With one finger, the chaos of the world is gone, and with half a song, we say goodbye to the sorrow of the solemn and chaotic world. It's hurt if you can't meet it, and it's sorrow if you can't keep it. Sighs fly away to things like dust, and thoughts of exquisite beauty are like smoke. When we were young, we agreed that when we laid the tomb, who would mourn would be the one who would mourn. I don't blame you, I don't blame my life, I just blame the person who thinks about people I shouldn't think about, and the husband I trust with my body. For the Three Kingdoms, when I heard the song in troubled times, I met him in tears, and we were destined to be destined. The beginning and the end were both catastrophes.