I love some people;
Love the beauty of the mortal world, the neon lights;
Love the mountains, rivers, lakes and sea, the snow falling on the green pines;
Love the long wind and the clear clouds in the sky;
Love the rising sun blowing over the hills and the sunset staining the moonlit sky;
Loving the silver man across the distance, loving the stars...
In the end, you have to let go.
So what if you can't let go?
You can't shake the Milky Way and hold the star in your hand.
You can't point your arrow at the golden crow and embrace the moon.
You can never cover up the sky, steal the clouds, and carry the wind.
You can't overthrow Yuan Ying.
You can't linger in the dream of fireworks.
You can never use love in the name of love.
Want everyone you love to respond.
We will eventually be forgotten, by our loved ones, by everyone, by this world, by these years, by this vast sea, universe, sun, moon and stars...
You can't take away what you like, and you can't get rid of what you don't like. In this way, what is the meaning of being happy or unhappy?
All the people in the world are like ants and mayflies, yet they dare to boast about guiding the country. Thousands of miles of rivers, immortal for thousands of years; let me ask, who will become an immortal as the sun and moon rotate?
So what if you can't see it? We can't be happy with our grudges. So what if you can see it? It's not just about following the crowd…
Purpose: make up for the volume