The wind and rain in the world, the long and indifferent life road, suddenly looking back, it is already a broken candle. The memory seems to be long, but it is worthy of the blossoming flowers. When I finally realized it, it was the end of the song and everyone dispersed, leaving the stage empty.
Looking back, the way back is already dust and smoke; looking forward, we are stepping into the world of mortals again. A man in stormy weather, but he is worthy of breaking plum blossoms for a beautiful woman