The free world in my heart is so clear and lofty, blooming and never dying, blue lotus.
Years of possession are lost, and tired eyes carry expectations.
Looking at flowers in the fog, I went to Wan Li all my life, but I learned the same thing.
I didn't mean to say goodbye to everything, but I left unintentionally.
After the hot summer, autumn is back.
I spent a day in the autumn wind and rain, and when I was a teenager, I could not go to never say goodbye.
Sunset and sunrise will never change.
The struggle between right and possession, between ignorance and prejudice, if the war here comes to an end, how can it be peace?
What has passed can only be remembered today, and a pair of eyes that only know how to cry shed tears again.