Flowing eastward to the sea, the young man grows old quietly
Leaving again and again, looking forward to meeting again.
Is it rare to meet again in life when we have flown eastward to the sea and come back?
How many years have passed since winter came and gone, and the peaches and plums smiled at each other in the spring breeze
Goodbye, Chen Xiaoxiao and I. See you again.
Motto: Youth cannot be regained