Time Flies, Little Boy

Xiaoguai's life is like a script without rehearsal. The prosperous life has become dull, and fate has pushed the dull life into prosperity. I have loved, suffered, gained, lost, and on the journey to prosperity, I have also abandoned and lost. Looking back at dusk, when the prosperity in the glitz has faded, I realize that the years are passing by, and the years are quiet and good.