I have wine and you have stories.
In this huge world, he is a lonely existence, yet he is treated with tenderness.
The world is like this, no one can predict when and what will be lost, what will be gained, who will be met, and who will be missed.
Chang'an Market has passed countless people and happened, and all that can remain are the feelings of the past.
Not all waiting has good results, maybe what comes is endless pain.
I would like to let you listen to the wind and the red dust, and I will wait for the snow to fill my grave