The setting sun is like blood, you said you would take me away.
I am willing to be a subject, but you insist on messing with my heartstrings; I am willing to be an upright official, but you insist on pushing me into the public eye... I have long forgotten what I owe you, and I should stay away from the wasted love that pulls like a string.
Ten years have passed, and I can finally make soup with my bare hands in white clothes, and ride a horse in bright clothes on mountains and rivers...
Purpose: To pursue a career, I loved it all but missed it