Like Water, Fragrant and Dusty Years, Quiet and Beautiful

The years were quiet and beautiful at that time, and I could see through a river of autumn water. However, the winter snow had withered, and I had been lonely for a lifetime. The years had washed my heart, and the cycle of strangers had formed. The flowers on the other side had bloomed and fallen, and the two of them were at odds with each other. Looking back suddenly, I can't bear to linger on my past, and it has gone away by itself, dimming the prosperity of this world, leaving only a solitary shadow lingering. There are countless passers-by in life, coming and going, passing by. Some of them are engraved with the memories of youth, and some are just passing smoke.