Who sends wine to the end of the world alone?
Staggered journeys, under different platforms,
I'll never see her blue hairpin again,
Never see the rustle of spring rain again.
Accompanied by only ink rain and dark clouds outside the window.
Everything is beautiful, but on the other side is a red flower.
Duxiangnan wharf
Taste the joys and sorrows of separation
With a sigh, one person sat up straight.
Duxiangnan wharf
Meaning? Too much meaning is meaningless.
Stories? Maybe it just happened for the story.
To live is to live.
Sadness, joy, separation and integration are just the tip of the iceberg.
Open your eyes every day.
Watch the sunrise every day.
Even if hope has been dashed.
Even if there is only endless pain around you.
At least every night when it engulfs the sky.
I can still have no regrets, no sadness or joy.
Indifferent, am I alive, or have I lived?