
Winter afternoon sunshine
It is a hotbed for the sad
Are the grieving people the ones who have lost themselves?
People without ideals are not sad
Sit in front of the window
Look at the shimmering water of the Fuyang River
It's a time you can't grasp
It's a hasty past
Thinking of the bright light of spring
Oh, yes.. yes
The nature of the teenager and the wild imagination of the sword-wielding world