Not Drunk After a Thousand Cups

Love has been in the sea, and I thought it could be redeemed, but it was once again beyond redemption. Lost in the dust with wounds all over the body, who was who was who... Everything has become a thing of the past in a blink of an eye, drifting away in the indifferent smoke. While waiting for old age, can love be settled? Loved, hurt, turned over and over again, the dust has settled. Decline, decline, Hu Bugui?