How many people's youth are intoxicated here,
And then embark on a bustling journey,
What is hazy is your laziness, clouds and water,
They lost themselves and then forgot them,
Your garden door has been opened several times,
Your beauty is complicated, your heart is cold,
No matter how well the four seasons sing,
When the night dew without wings becomes noble-
When you are old and alone in front of the fire,
You will know that there is a soul quietly existing,
He used to love you with endless changes,
The dream of traveling is broken, and his love for you is full of sadness.
Although I don't know if this is what you want.
But honey, remember to give a good comment.