The flowers bloom and fall, and when they dance, they are young, with red lips, jade scratching their heads, wearing light clothes and wearing clothes slowly, and a new song that expresses their heartfelt feelings, how can it be possible. In the mortal world of rivers and lakes, how much laughter and how much sadness, the iron horse on the glacier, is not as soft as the beautiful woman wrapping her fingers around. When singing and dancing stop, I look back and see that you are still by my side.