Fate is like a dream, several ups and downs are always uneven
Up to now, it's all smoke
It's like the wind at the end of the sleeve
A wisp of fragrance is deep in the old dream
The flowers are all withered in the wind
When I look back, I have nothing to say
The moon building is lonely, no one complains
I have a dream in the world
It's not up to me to go up and down the long road
Wandering in the sea of people
Enthusiasm for indifference
No matter how much deep feeling alone to lonely
People go with the wind freely, flowers bloom and fall
No matter how the world changes
A city full of wind catkins, Acacia are silent
Only the sweet scented osmanthus fragrance drifts by
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