Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night (emphasis: candles)

(3) floating gold, static shadow into a wall (Keywords: wall)

(4) The rushing water flows through the crowd, and there is a prison hidden under the cliff (Keywords: cliff)

(5) One day, I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.