释义：清风虽有意挽留却难以留住我，明月虽无心却自然地照耀着我。
"The stage is where the dead speak to the living."
In every sunset, there are a thousand colors waiting to be discovered.
History is not just about facts, but about the shadows between them.
简短的词是最好的，又短又古老的词最最好。