Passer-by
The long years pass by in a hurry
The past is gone like the wind
Huang Liang died ten years ago in a dream
The taste is engraved for three lives
There are always people walking through our lives
Coming and going
Leave footprints of varying shades
Sometimes what we think is eternal becomes a passer-by
Sometimes what I think is just passing by becomes eternity
In fact, what is eternity?
One moment may portray eternity
An eternity may be born in a moment
They are passers-by in our lives
Eternal passer-by. . .