The situation is endlessly changing, and life has its end. The world is stained with blood, and you smile lightly. The world of mortals is limited, and the avenue is boundless! Let me: look at the spring and autumn, the vicissitudes of the ages, and the sorrows of the ages? Listen to a song of sorrow, and I will miss you endlessly It's hard to stay! Taste a dream in the world of mortals, and the world has a poor heart... Read an inch of tenderness, and you will be king in the world! black invite station)