Introduction

The moon is bright and the wind is clear, and the shadow is alone. However, the moon waxes and wanes, and the joys and sorrows are separated.

Singing softly, with sorrow and sadness, but saying that the world is vicissitudes, and the time is long in vain.

Blood is the deepest love, and it is difficult to distinguish between gratitude and resentment, because life is not over, and it is difficult for many children.

The mountains and rivers are forever silent, the world is full of dust, and the war in troubled times resounds. I only wish to go with you.