Life is still good when we first meet,
In the midst of the turmoil that year, I bumped into
Bumped into unfamiliar tenderness,
Ignorant young man,
There are waves of rivers and lakes,
The first taste is clear and astringent,
The world is prosperous,
Looking back suddenly,
Hundreds of years have passed,
That year the moon reflected the riverside,
After a quick farewell,
See you again,
Already a hundred years old,
How many times of lingering, how many times of wandering,
The hair is tangled,
This feeling is sad
However, time has passed.