
After many years, I pick up the pen again,
Looking back on the past, my heart is heavy.
Gazing out the window, I smile at this floating life,
Wishing to leave my name in this mortal world.

After many years, I pick up the pen again,
Looking back on the past, my heart is heavy.
Gazing out the window, I smile at this floating life,
Wishing to leave my name in this mortal world.