The past is like smoke
I'm tired of the days of intrigue
Why do you have to make me travel through time and continue living like this after death?
Why is there always betrayal around me?
If people don't offend me, I won't offend people.
Since you won't let me feel better
Then, let me make this calm lake muddy.
Lazy by nature, tired of worldly strife, leisurely singing ancient tunes;
He is indifferent but not cold. He is accustomed to the prosperity and gives away his empty reputation with dirty wine.