If I could really do it all over again
So will it be the same?
Remember you said we are all passers-by.
Yes, to the world, we are just passers-by.
In the process of traveling and traveling, we meet, get to know each other, and have nothing to do with the wind and flowers, and have no connection with the snow and moon. We just let time stop at the warmth of that moment, and let our hearts fly at that moment. We place our worries on the bright moon, release our bodies in the mountains and fields, bare our souls, let our spirits run wild, enjoy the tranquility in the hustle and bustle, and enjoy the joy in the depression. It's just that everything has gone with the wind, the smoke has disappeared, and the clouds have dispersed.
You left, left silently, leaving me soulless and destitute.