Interpretation:
Asking the world, what is love, directly teach the promise of life and death? Traveling from all over the world, Lao Wing has experienced the cold and heat several times. Pleasure is fun, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children. You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, who is the shadow going to? On Hengfen Road, the flutes and drums were played in loneliness, and the desolate smoke was still plain and clear. How come the souls are summoned, and the mountain ghosts cry secretly in the wind and rain. The sky is jealous, and if you don't believe it, all the birds and swallows will be like loess. For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.
Harry: Why? Why don't I have any brothers or sisters?
Cynthia: Harry, you disown me after all. . . . . .
Harry: Joanne, do you know Cynthia Potter?
Cynthia: I'm Johnson? I'm Cynthia Porter! Your sister!