Flash by,
Countless faces,
A Zhang Mingliang or decadent face.
Time flies,
Who stopped this time?
Silence.
Indifference, indifference ...
Life has passed for a hundred years,
Who constitutes your memento mori?
Who touched you instantly, Zeng Zeng?
Close your eyes and open them again.
Has passed away, yesterday and today.
This is just a trip,
There are too many things to worry about.
Why bury memories today?
Life and death belong to nature. ...