The past has become empty and scattered in the morning mist
The sycamore trees in the courtyard made a soft sound when she stepped on the dead branches.
He said not to visit again
Life is like a drama, who else will appear on the stage?
Sadness is hidden in laughter, but the heart is still hot
It's okay to shout to the wind
Singing to the water, people appreciate themselves
Victory is in the palm of your hand, your soul is shaking
Story Chapters A Dream
---Xie Chunhua's "No End"