It Seems That the Rain Has Fallen and the Tung Trees Are Still Peaceful

We are all in time, turning around happiness, turning around sadness, turning around dawn, turning around sunset. Then at a certain sensitive and profound age, we get together and part ways, going around in circles. I once said that I would not admit defeat, but in the dark, I couldn't help myself. At the right time, you and I will taste the bitter medicine brewed by time.