A river of autumn water, with neon glass separating the two banks, and the prosperity conceals the twilight. The dark fragrance fills the city, and all the idle flowers fall away in the desolation.
There are thousands of mountains and rivers in the world, and I regret that this life is so long.
I can't bear that this feeling remains the same, I can't bear it anymore, I want to give up but I still want to give up.