Since ancient times, passion has been spared and hate has been spared. Only when you wake up after being drunk from a good dream can you rest.
I have been in love many times, but I don't understand what love is;
I have sung many excerpts, but I only love that one: "The Garden";
People came and went, the noise passed away, everyone had left, and I was the only one left on the stage.
The smoke and water are cold, the river is clear and the moon is clear. I am intoxicated with old dreams, trapped in the past, and unwilling to leave for a long time.
When the moon was missing, it was hard to get clear, and a broken mirror was hard to be round, and I was living in rags on the street.
But some people will remember that the man on the stage once had a beautiful look on his face.