The setting sun is ink, the drizzle is gentle;
The paper umbrella gradually tilted, ringing the bell in my ears;
A few songs looked up to the sky, for the fireworks that filled the sky——
Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange for your lifetime of confusion;
Use my rivers to surrender, and I will live up to the ten-year watch.
——Ten years——
The only connection between me and this world is you!
Conception: