"Rose will wither, but it exists every year, but you and I are different. We only have one life. After this life is over, there will be no next life."
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The city illuminated by the setting sun, with its snow-covered surface, rose amidst countless voices and stopped amidst the misty heavy rain.
We met in the boring midsummer light years,
Farewell in the bleak autumn wind and misty fallen leaves,
Missing you in the decadent life of winter snow,
Reunion in the warm spring sunset when the flowers are blooming.
The madman played a lovesickness song, the beggar danced in a dream,
Everyone in the world is escaping and does not want to live in the current society.
Countless silences, countless avoidances,
Die alone in the dark, unknown to anyone.
Intention: The ups and downs in life are confusing and intoxicating.