The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, which makes people feel quiet at first.
Who can see lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows.
What hatred of family and country, what hatred of the common people in the world?
What is the grace of knowing and meeting, what is the pain of destroying one's family,
In the end,
It's all like a dream!
Wake up from dream,
A bottle of wine, a person, a story, who can I tell it to?
Purpose: Pursuit of freedom and independence