He is old
The glory of the past has been washed away
All that's left is the wrinkles and the white hair.
A pair of bright black glass eyes eventually dimmed
Not because of old age, but because of understanding
The prosperity of the world, the chaos of flowers, and the billowing world of mortals are just floating clouds
The green smoke has dispersed one by one, no softness lingering around the fingers, no long-lasting love and deep memories.
There is only the relief and hatred of being abandoned
Yao Wenxuan, I hope I won't see you again in my next life.