As the saying goes these days, you can wear everything.
I can travel through anything, and in the end I won't be surprised anymore
Everything that seems ordinary is extraordinary, everyone is pretending
Secrets and conspiracies are brewing, and I'm just a pawn.
I never liked it, so there is no so-called hate
All good things are pity, I never care
Will you still remember the last season when the peach blossoms are in full bloom?