As the mountains pass and the water passes, feelings arise secretly, only old dreams remain. Like flowers and beautiful families, years pass by like a fleeting time. Looking back at this life in the midst of troubled times,
Turn around and the glass will be white for the rest of your life. The dust has settled, washing away the smoke, holding onto the prosperity and sorrow.
Reliving old dreams, old friends have passed away. In the splendid Republic of China, the flashy life is fleeting and empty. I can't help myself. Time and space are imprisoned. The illusion is vast and vast. Once we meet, we will never forget it.