Bacon is very idle.
Heaven and earth are long, passers-by are in a hurry, the tide rises and falls, gratitude and resentment, life and death, white heads, a few people can see through the world of mortals, rolling infatuation, deep love, gathering and parting, sometimes half awake and half drunk, at least you follow me in your dream and bet on youth. Tomorrow you exchange your true feelings for the years of this life. I don't know how many sorrows in the world. Why don't you walk smartly once