Six years have passed, my mind has turned to dust, and the years have been wasted.
Four long years, the world is frosty and snowy, and I am careless and infatuated.
In the past ten years, love has faded, and the flowers are like ashes
Who is ruthless and who is sentimental?
Who guards the love and is not allowed to accept it?
Who is the monster and who is the ashes?
Whose mind is as iron as iron, and whose journey to forget the river is accompanied by you?
Youth lasts only a moment
The beauty of the old generation