Finally, after the silken threads have shaken, they turn to teach people to recall the Spring Mountains.
The dream of skirt is intermittently difficult.
How much hate the west wind blows away the eyebrows.
I had a very beautiful dream, in which I was shining,
I wish I wasn't me, I wish I was like other lucky people.
But I can't become someone else, and I can't be myself.
Concept: The future lurks uneasiness, and the past is haunted by its consequences.