This life is too short, too short to have any regrets, so I leave in a hurry.
This life is too long, it will wither for thousands of years, and the sun and moon will lose their splendor.
Time goes by again, the sea changes again, things are right but people are different, we are hesitant and lost...
So what's the only thing that doesn't change?
Even if I can only grant you Chang'an for the rest of your life, that's fine.
"I don't know your name yet..."
"My name is Cheng Shuo."
"Cheng said... It's a good name."
Thousands of years of wandering and lost are only given in a few days.
"In the next life, will you still be here in the next life?"
"Afterlife? I've lived long enough, I'm afraid there is no afterlife."
It's like a dream, like an illusion, as if it's as if it's here or there, as if it's like being intoxicated.
Since it has not been successful, how can it be said that it is successful?