This city has never had distinct four seasons. Generally, there are only two distinctive seasons in a year, one is summer and the other is winter. It's already the end of February, it can be said to be early spring now if we say "enjoy fireworks in March down Yangzhou". The desire for traveling is increasing day by day. Is it warm outside? Have all the flowers blossomed?
This city, with its neon crisscrossing, who has passed by me, and where is the next station? Don't ask why, the sad song is still on, I think I can't escape from loneliness...
In this city, how much sadness, how much happiness, how much hope, and how much disappointment are there? I start to get confused in the corner of the city. I always step back and look back on the past footprints because I don't know how to continue my life. Maybe I can find a bit of light in the memories. I look forward to the future and expect tomorrow, but after going around and around, I return to the starting point again and again. Life is really like dozens of reincarnations!
The people of the past, the old partners, each scattered at the ends of the earth, are you all doing well now? Is anyone thinking of me? Is it warm there? Have all the flowers blossomed?