Walking slowly by the lotus pond, there are so many things that have happened over the years, which should be a waste of good times and good times. Look at the world of mortals, who can escape, fateful marriage. My heart feels heavy, but where is your heart? My body is like a torch, but you are the butterfly that flutters into the fire? No matter what, looking at the glory of the past, there is only a sigh left in the end.