The world of mortals is noisy, and flashy life is fleeting
The vast land is broken with a sword, where is the prosperity and singing?
My heart is dead, my tears are dry, and I am haunted by dreams.
Dreams can't awaken feelings, and the past can't go back.
It is also virtual and real, and it is also a love-hate relationship.
The only way is to find it. Cold and desolate.
But the helpless earth endured, and heaven endured; One day, both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. It's easy to change, but difficult to change.