We used to have a drink together and laugh and talk about the romance of the world.
We once held hands and went through changes in all directions
Now that we meet each other, we can't bear to stay together, so we always come to visit old friends.
Laughing and cursing, the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle,
Tear it apart and scatter it into dust in the world
Turn around and pick up what you love
Crying loudly in a deserted place
Where did the old friend come from?