We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?
译文：西风落日下野草斑驳，秋日天空云淡风轻，一只孤鸟飞过。我这个两鬓斑白的游子，又骑着马登上了太行山。
The dead are not absent. They are just invisible.
You pray for rain, you gotta deal with the mud too. That's a part of it.