The wind and smoke in the green fields, singing and drinking in Dongshan, it is difficult to look back on the past... The clear flowers stand on the river bank, recalling the past, it is difficult to look back, just like the scars on the shoulders and necks, the blood of the group of people on the grass, and, yes, the music of the piano passing around the beams, are like the slightest cloud under the eaves, and the water vapor that gradually dries away. The road can only be walked by oneself. Those years of life shrouded in horse leather are recalled in my dreams every night, and everything will eventually become calm~