The story of life is like the sunset of a day, no one knows when he is drunk or when he wakes up. When Taiyang returned home drunk, he began to miss his old friend. She was obviously with me at sunrise, but in the setting sun I was leaning against the west building alone, with the distant green mountains facing the pearl curtain on the window. I just sighed, "I don't know where the human face is, and the green waves are still flowing eastward."
Concept: The contradiction between freedom and love
