Come to a spring encounter,
It's not about love.
We are just ordinary people,
Life teaches us to be free.
Two worlds in and out of the window,
It is also the two divisions of life.
You are in firewood, rice, oil and salt,
She was singing to her heart's content.
There is no perfect foresight in life,
Often caught you off guard.
Take a deep breath,
And then look at the world.
Who and whose starting and ending points?
