Ebb and flow
You can spend your life slowly like this
But you will definitely think of me sometimes, right?
When your ship docks in that little harbor
Far far away from me in the north
When the wind blows, the sun is about to set
How do you face those things that have passed and
How to face the pain that has not yet come?
All similar dusk
——Xi Murong's "Song of Silence"