My Lost Years

The young man in the pillow of time picked up a bright flower, and the hairpin passed through the years like walking through the spring shirt. When he was young, he bowed his head to pick up the flower and smiled, and followed the flowing water through thousands of eons, and the thrushes became two, and they were as good as the world... After a brief drink, he sang a song that has not yet returned, and the poems and wines sang about thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. One song is that things have changed and people have changed!