Drink poison to quench thirst, it tastes as sweet as glutinous rice.
That was the ignorance and infatuation of my youth.
It was a high-spirited and turbulent wave.
That is the twin-hearted motto from birth to death.
As the years go by, what we hold on to, what we take by force, and what we wander away from are just a look back, a smile, and a single heart.
We can only rely on hope in this life, and we will know each other in the next life.
Pu wrote a poem under the moon, and all the clear books were implicated.
Conception:
