He is not a man of the world.
People in the world enjoy grudges and grudges. He has no grudges and no pleasure.
He is in the world, but his name is not in the world.
His name is in the temple, but his heart is silent in the temple.
In the past, there were orchids and jade trees in the courtyard, but now the apricot blossoms are cold in the mist and rain.
In the late autumn of the aster garden, there were so many sorrows, joys, stunning moments, romantic and timeless moments, but they were all lost in the misty dusk rain and the endless palace lanterns.
Across the fleeting years, who still remembers that young man who talked and smiled, who experienced prosperity and smiled in the clouds...