The world is ultimately a dream,

The year is established in a blink of an eye.

What do you think about looking back?

The traces of the passing of the world have been left behind.

You said I was very confused.

I ask if you understand?

How many people are awake and drunk

How many people are crazy?

The soul is desolate,

It is particularly pitiful to miss the flowering period.

Time is not returned, you must cherish time.
Chapter completed!