Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 7 (Rhapsody of Life)

Hearing the rain outside the pavilion again, I fell into my thoughts
The flowers are falling and the evening wind is blowing
sad, sad, sad
happy, sad, drunk

I have seen many spring flowers and autumn moon

Flowing Cloud Clear Cream
I have walked through many lonely mountains and thin waters

I have been wandering in the old well and ancient alley for a long time,
Who is the name
I have chased the memory, warmed its residual warmth

when our birth is doomed

The process seems so trivial

Then why are we running around desperately for the so-called process?

Life is a short journey for everyone

no matter how beautiful
how ordinary
The end result is the same.

So what are we working on?

what are you holding on to,

live no matter what

are all insignificant
(End of this chapter)