When people are quiet, I often wonder, how do people spend their lives not to be wasted? How do you go through your life to minimize regret? What is the last thing you want to keep?

　　When walking through the years, through the vicissitudes of life, seeing the prosperous, the washing of the lead, facing the blood of the sun, will my heart still be moved like the tide?

　　Will my blood still run like water? Will my soul still be as light as a butterfly?