In the chaos, who can get the standard in the turbulent waves, who can enjoy the tranquility in the bloody storm, true and false, like dreams and bubbles, we sing and you appear on the stage, but suddenly it breaks apart and scatters bits and pieces.
Intention: Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. Maybe it doesn't matter. Only love is eternal, shining in the time and space that is heading towards disorder and chaos.