Wanderers Of Yore
⏳🌲🏙️ Life’s fleeting, swiftly we grow old, Time’s moon and breeze, flowers to behold. Ask those wanderers of yore, In forest, town, who truly knows more. A hundred years, we silently smile, told. // 浮生若梦忽已老, 趁雪月风花遂心意。 问那四方漂泊客, 林泉市井几知音。 百年空自暗笑身。 Fúshēng ruò mèng hū yǐ lǎo, Chèn xuě yuè fēng huā suì xīnyì. Wèn nà sìfāng … Read more