There are pairs on the bank of Yuanyang Lake, dressed in white only recalling the past. There are flying swallows in the sky, and there are branches and vines on the ground. Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, the clothes are dancing before my eyes; the jade-faced beauty, I don't know where she is tonight. Keep that brimming smile that never goes away; the soft words that linger in your ears. Hating the ruthlessness of heaven, hating myself for being incompetent, closing my eyes, the past reappears...
Life is in my hands and it is hard to control it. Who can predict the fate of life? There is not enough dust to bury the pearl, but the dark night reflects the brilliance. The blossoming white lotus sways gently, although it has emerged from the mud and is dust-free. The heart is like a pure and clear stream, not turbid and muddy, moistening the common people. Suddenly looking back, my heart skipped a beat, I was deeply in love with nothing to ask for. Love is stronger than gold and deeper than the sea. I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals!
Life is full of ups and downs, unpredictable events, and many ups and downs...