What time gives you, time will also take away.

Amber will also turn back into stone.

Talent is the curse given by fate

The burning life of youth

In old age, one must repay the principal and interest

But oh, pitiful self-esteem.

How can one allow oneself to lose?

But who can resist the flowing years?

Whether it's a bluff

Or a fight to the death

Those enchanting brilliance will inevitably dissipate

Leave a trace for us to reminisce with a sense of playfulness

A shabby room, empty and desolate, once filled with glory.

Joyful moments pass quickly, while the years flow like water.

Oh, the wind of destiny.

Please blow slowly

Give us some time for a poem

Come and bury the young self