After many vicissitudes of life, it seems that thousands of years have passed in a blink of an eye.
Although thousands of things have not passed away, my heart is already stained with rust.
The tall buildings and jade bricks seemed like a dream to him...
I am just a dim candle in the misty tower,
In the end, it can't withstand the passing of time,
Struggling and swaying, helpless and extinguished
The lights are dimming, reincarnation is endless,
Are you still watching infatuatedly, or are the flowing water unintentional after all...