Recite the opening words like a poem about life.

My childhood dreams flashed in my throbbing heart. If I hadn't been born in any era, I would have stepped onto the stage I yearned for and written down my dreams. The cold rain hit the spring grass, and the frost-like injury on earth filled the childhood pasture years. You make me suffer a lot from love, and my heart is often sad because of pain. My free thoughts wander in the wilderness, omitting the unforgettable past, and passing through the dark night at dusk, making me clean. Give my angry heart a shelter from the cold, and let my resolute tripod expand the space for my burning eyes and drink a burning glass of wine. The four seasons of the years have carved my childhood fairy tales on the map of life.