When I was young, I had many memories.
When I was young, I loved many people.
Suddenly looking back, I have already left and will never return.
I will spend my whole life forgetting you.
You said you would wait for your gray hair to return to seclusion and ferry with me on the same boat, but three thousand blue hairs have turned into white hair, and there is no result in exchange.
How much love, how much hate.
The world of mortals is miserable, Penglai is lonely