The boundless blue sky is the promise of love between heaven and earth.
It's difficult to get through between Yin and Han. We are willing to be steady and endure the storms from the beginning.'
The past is like the wind. It blows away all the sorrows that have fallen like snow in my life. It is like the wings of a butterfly passing over the dry land.
Life is like a passer-by, trekking through the realm of nothingness.
In this world, who is not a passer-by of someone else...
It will be a little lonely, dripping gently...