The wind blows and the leaves fall, the leaves fall and the wind blows...
The sun and the moon reincarnate, the stars share the same, I fall into the deep sea; the sound of wind reaches my ears, I walk in the clouds, but I leave no trace.
What falls into the deep sea will eventually be precipitated, and what remains without trace will eventually be forgotten. What do you think? Me too...
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you