The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and as soon as I enter the world, time rushes me;
In the midst of chatting and laughing about the emperor's hegemony, he couldn't bear the drunkenness of life.
In the five-cent world, ask about the picturesque country, ask about the splendor and splendor. It was just crushed and dissipated under the axle of history.
Watch the machinations of heroes and the stunning beauty of beauties. Just like a flower blooming and fading, it blooms in an instant.
Who is holding on, who is giving up, who is smiling and whispering, and who is silently staying with each other in the end.