He year East king to bring wine

Count the silver hair on the temples

I'm afraid of street rouge

The catkins are stained with snow and red

The cold moon illumines the ancient building

The past is hard to rest

Years of wine and sorrow

The past haunts my mind like a dream

The day will dawn when the cold wind blows

When we were young we wanted to dream early

The pride of the post-00s

A thin suit is no match for the cold

The heart of the new career path is not old

Memories are like the treasure of time

I still remember the first second I entered the office

Look longingly and a little timid

The pace of the elders around is fast and clever

We secretly took notes in the corner

Ancient worries modern hopes

Intertwined in the wind

The tears of the past now the determination

The memories of the post-00s will not be forgotten

Whether it's ancient isolation

The footprints of modern hustle and bustle

In the cold wind dream gradually clear

Memories will always be in the story

Starry night at work

Coffee is accompanied by fatigue

But the future is shining in my mind

Encouragement from a partner is the antidote

In the cold wind also thought of escape

But there's a fire inside that can't be put out

Look at the bustling appearance of the city

We know that hard work pays off

The past is gone like smoke

Long career in the workplace

Ancient quiet modern struggle

Are the years of writing spring and autumn

Spring to fall and another year

The hair also added a few touches of silence

The depth of the ancient and the waves of the modern

Merge into a unique you and me

Ancient worries modern hopes

Intertwined in the wind

The tears of the past now the determination

The memories of the post-00s will not be forgotten

Whether it's ancient isolation

The footprints of modern hustle and bustle

In the cold wind dream gradually clear

Memories will always be in the story

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Ancient worries modern hopes

Intertwined in the wind

The tears of the past now the determination

The memories of the post-00s will not be forgotten

Whether it's ancient isolation

The footprints of modern hustle and bustle

In the cold wind dream gradually clear

Memories will always be in the story

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