Heaven, that is destiny; earth, that is quicksand;
When the curtain rises, you look at the world with a smile; when the curtain falls, you are left alone with dark sorrow;
Time travel, why exactly; fate, entangled and wandering;
The falling snow is flowing all over the sky; hesitant, the solitary shadow remains as before;
A melancholy, a few years away; a lovesickness, many ties;
Is it chaos? Is it wrong? Is it empty?
The snow is flowing, the heart is empty and sad, and finally misty, everything is at a loss...