A leaf on a boat floats on the vast sea, dancing gracefully to the strong wind.
The flowers fall at midnight, and the south wind changes winter and spring.
Xiaoxiao rides the wind and rain alone, and there are still a few people who are blooming when the flowers fall.
It's ridiculous to worry about the world of mortals. Who can share the mountains and rivers with me?
A lonely but hopeful soul wants to find an oasis of hope, a vast sea of people, a vast universe, and perform different joys and sorrows in an unknown country. . . . . . . .