Lingchun is fleeting in the night rain, and I sigh silently when I touch the scenery. A flash in the pan is short-lived, and only the next life can return the dream.
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.
You cannot admonish those who have gone by, but you can still pursue those who have come.
Those who abandon me will not be able to keep yesterday’s day. Those who mess up my heart will bring me many worries today.