White hair gathers, red clothes usurp.
The silent years have passed through reincarnations.
Life is like a play, play is like life. I stand at the noisy street corner, waiting for you to hold my hand through the vast sea of people and lead me away.
The pedestrians passing by me were in a hurry. I looked up at the sky and saw that it had not changed. However, when I looked at these numerous buildings, I could hardly recognize it. His unique flavor is gone.