I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, and the faces waiting for the seasons were like the blooming and falling of lotus flowers.
The pace of time cannot be kept. Even though we all hope that the years can stay in those simple and beautiful days when we were seventeen or eighteen, it is in vain to pursue the past in the face of wind. After all, we will never get over it.
What passes away is youth, but what cannot pass away is emotion. The duckweeds and catkins that once swayed by the water in the south of the Yangtze River have now turned into fallen leaves in the wind, sighing gently with the passing butterflies. The fragrance of gardenia in the south has gradually faded away, but in our memory, there is still a touch of sadness that is too strong to be dissolved in the fragrance of gardenia.
Write some insignificant words, not to be heard by the princes, but just to commemorate my own past and those we have shared together...
Commemoration is not to be sentimental, but to continue our life path with these beautiful memories and continue our tomorrow. And tomorrow will be a better tomorrow.