I am a lonely actor, sitting in the autumn dusk, recalling the past like water clouds. I think I can find my true body by covering the important door of time. In this troubled world, I always use my own tears to dress up the bitterness of others. I'm a cool and thin actor, and fate has carved a warm and cold brand in my palm. Let me be a desolate actor, sitting alone in the thin fireworks, watching a period of old time indifferently.