They are the beautiful scenery in the prosperous age,
They are the shining lights in the colorful and chaotic years.
They are old friends with great kindness and righteousness, and they can't bear to fly together again.
They are ten bright pearls, and the falling flowers are like people who have fallen from a building.
They are light cars with oil walls, under the pines and cypresses of Xiling.
They are heroes with long swords and a unique attitude, and beautiful women with giant eyes who know the end of the road.
They are the silhouettes of youth among ancient women, and they are like water without fragrance in the long river of time.
The saddest thing in the world is not the red beauty and gray hair, but the change of things and people.
So many joys and sorrows, so many vicissitudes of life, they bloom in the gaps of history, like flowers between the cracks of stones, blooming unyieldingly.