Being alone in the snow, with a long gown behind me, life is a dream, and there is no place to go. It means that we call it Cangyue, and we can't keep the years, so the piece in our hearts is called vicissitudes of life. Life is only a hundred years, and you can't be attached to your face. You can only learn to dress up if you can't leave behind the vicissitudes of life.
such is the miss of life. One brake is forever, and regret is also a memorial.