Under the Kongming Lantern, why do I just want to see your face.
It's so close, but why, everything is so uncertain.
Orioles are singing and swallows are dancing, people are intoxicated, who can see the turbulent undercurrent under the river.
The youthful frivolity of galloping horses is gone forever, and the smoke is everywhere. Can we meet again?
Or, when we meet again, can we still say peace to each other?
Buddha, in this world, who can escape the disasters in this world?
Buddha said, it cannot be said.
Thank you for your kindness, I wish you peace.