Love travels through the era of drunkenness and gold.
Unintentionally, we have been dispersed and driven away by the tide of society, far away from the Milky Way of life.
A heart as pure as jasmine, struggling in the world, dilutes the love.
The stamp of the times, as cruel as ink, descends over the soft heart.
At this moment, it is getting infected bit by bit.
Can we keep our pure hearts forever in this turbulent world?