Walk, walk, walk in the tunnel of time.
From green silk to whitehead, from immaturity to old decay.
It was as if everything had changed in the twilight.
Always moving forward and never looking back.
There is no going back.
From morning to dusk, from spring to summer, from autumn to winter.
Walk in the wind, walk in the rain.
Walk in the sun, walk in the night.
Frost and snow turned white, the wind and rain made their faces crumbling, and the years crushed their backs.
Walking in the twilight, walking on the way home...
Walking along, I suddenly looked back—
Where have people gone?
Some people have gone to heaven, some people have gone to hell, and there are people who have been wandering in the world.
Won't go, won't go.
In this world, there are too many entanglements,
Let her, let him, not be at ease on the road.
People who are still on the road, please go slower, slower.
Please slow down your hurried pace, look at the scenery by the roadside, look at the clouds in the sky, and listen to the gentle song of the birds.
Go ahead, don't look back.
Everything you encounter along the way is a harvest, a proof that you have been here, please collect carefully.
The saints said that heaven has a way, and goodness is the signpost.
Go along the signs, the most beautiful scenery, in paradise.