The rising smoke curled up.
Vaguely turned into the laughter and tears of the old man
Shake it gently in the ashtray.
Full of fatigue and sadness.
The old man put down his glass gently.
Swallow the liquor down your throat.
A slight shimmering luster in the glass.
Reflect the frustration and helplessness of the elderly.
A casual sigh between lips
Can't get rid of the lingering troubles
How young and frivolous. In the past.
Still flowing in the dream?
How much pure love is there?
Is it still buried deep in my heart?
How many persistent dreams?
Is it still in your mind?
The old man's eyes were soaked and went out.
Ignorance and confusion are gone forever.
What is added is a little helpless sadness.
What has time quietly taken away?
I never seem to think about it.
What has time quietly left behind?
But it's written on your face
A pot of strong tea is soaked in memories.
Jing Jing pin Wei