This is an unpopular legacy.
The stream of light between the cracks in the rocks shuttles the mood of mist and sadness.
In and out of dreams,
Feeling emotional,
My memories are like a sea,
The blue is so clear,
But can't figure it out.
I looked at the butterfly with some hunger,
it flies over thousands of mountains
But finally wandering in the sea.
It is a misfortune and a blessing.