The white head is as new and the top is as old as before.
Some people's heads are as white as the first time they met, and some people know this life as soon as they meet.
He was supposed to be a singer who looked down on all living beings on the stage and would not step down from the altar for anyone.
He was supposed to be a banker who walked calmly in the world, and would not be hindered by anything.
But after all, he met him.
A steady rain, the past is like smoke.
Outsiders, come and listen to a play.