1. Time flies, turning the future into the present and throwing the present into the past. I don't know what I'm chasing. We follow its footsteps, life is passing by in a hurry, but the footprints behind us are hidden in the hurried dust. I look back in a hurry, and I can't see the time I passed, and I can't see the traces of the past.

Looking back on the past time, it seems to be in front of us, but it feels out of reach. Obviously I don't want to stay away, but I find that many things are gradually blurred. Many times I am still lonely, and I gradually find that everything is just a cloud, so I am used to this bleak time and to being alone.

3. When the memory of childhood becomes blurred and distant step by step, when the feeling in my heart becomes helpless and numb little by little, when we stand on this busy street, my heart will float a little bit lonely and desolate.

4, crooning, the west wind leisurely dusk, Ma Si rustling melancholy, somewhat lonely and confused, leaving home because the road is too long, the cold moon rises, the autumn night is cold, and the frost slowly condenses on the dead leaves, corresponding to the bright moonlight.

5, from happiness to trouble, from happiness to fear; Without happiness, there is no trouble, where is the fear? Sorrow comes from love, and fear comes from love; Without love, there is no trouble, where is there fear? So don't love, love is bitter. If there is no love and hate, there is no bondage.