Wherever there is prosperity, there is music and music. Wanderers from the end of the world, walking in a hurry, are just passers-by.

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Whether you are awake or drunk. The wanderer has been following the moon.

The bright moon is a lamp that illuminates the end of the world for wanderers. She has been waiting somewhere in the end of the world, seeming to state the plain truth as a guide. The bright moon is always in the sky, no matter whether the wanderers in the past are awake, drunk, about to leave, or away.

The bright moon is the wanderer’s home and the destination of the wanderer’s soul. I used to think that the moon was the darkness that time could not escape. It belongs to the night and is a lonely city for wanderers. A wanderer in an isolated city has no relatives to tell him about life and death, no brothers to talk about life and death. Then look back at the fleeting years that are passing by slowly, and spend the fleeting years in the floating life. The lonely city is like this, with the bright moon hanging high in the sky, as far as the end of the world.

The bright moon illuminates the end of the world, who gets the Jianjia in the end?

Wanderers don’t care where they sing and sing every night and where they live in prosperity. Or, wanderers are to the fleeting years, just like the chaotic red is to the breeze, and the flowing water is to the adverse journey. The bright moon is in the sky, far and near, near and far, but it never belongs anywhere. Come to think of it, it might as well be a calamity. We are just passing by in this fleeting time.

It may be cloudless when the moon is waning. Life is like this, maybe there is no room for good things. The moon and night are not like wanderers, they are always accompanied by stars. It seems that the stars are the eternal awakeners in this night. Throughout a person's life, a star will not change. --That person is not as fickle as the sky and the moon. Together with the ever-changing bright moon, they illuminate the way for wanderers to reach the end of the world. But once the moon is full, the clouds will come back and hide for a while. The cloud is always the lover of the full moon, and the bright moon illuminates the boundless horizon. The cloud will always embrace her, lingering and lingering for the rest of her life.

The dream returns to the shore of Qushui. The fleeting years there are nothing more than shallow chants of those who have come to the shore and those who have left the shore.

The broken mist is a once-splendid flower among the three thousand floating dreams. Whether it is sad or happy, it doesn't matter whether it is sad or happy. They are just flowers that bloom in the fleeting years. We are all just wanderers in this time. You are like this, and so am I. As time goes by, we will naturally have marriages in the next life and fate in the next life reenacted. Or the kindness from the previous life and the resentment from the previous life are emerging in front of my eyes. After going back and forth like this, in the end, this floating life is just a passing guest in the fleeting years, that's all.

Mona's fleeting years are messing up my life...