Night Lilies

During the civil strife of the Republic of China, They are just a group of plain and simple little people. Without dreams, there can be no dreams; Without madness, there must be no madness. There are too many things that cannot be... Flying around with the rings of the year, they are engraved into the body and into the heart. There is only one point of pride left that cannot be leveled. In a blink of an eye, the morning and evening pass, and the old people are gone; Who doesn't change his appearance? What's the point of every year? I don't know, I don't know, And how to know?