The fragrance of white orchids spreads through spring and autumn after spring and autumn/The flowers of sheep's hoof beetles fall like snow/The dense green shade of the trees forms clouds/The chirping of cicadas resounds through the white light in the midsummer/The streets under the street lights seem to be the glowing Milky Way/They say goodbye countless times at intersections with people coming and going/Are they really no longer seeing each other/The paths of fate briefly intersect and then extend into the distance/Trying again many years later Flip / We happened to meet each other's faces but they are no longer young / Youth has finally come to an end / The singing in time is fading away / The lights go out / Only their shadows still stay on the stage and sing / Over and over again / Hoarse voices, broken strings and hoarse voices / Trying to retain the disappearing past / Inadvertent tears wet the withered flowers / All love and hate are solidified at the freezing point His whole life was like a puppet on strings, controlled by others, unable to break away, escape, or be free.