Regret is when a young boy draws his bow to the fullest at first sight, unafraid of time, unafraid of the wind.

But in the end, the east wind awakens the hero's dream, and life smooths out the young heart.
I always thought the greatest regret in life was "what I love is separated by mountains and seas, mountains and seas cannot be leveled,"
but the difficulty to level is the human heart.
No one is without regret, only some do not cry out in pain!
Though the bow is drawn, the sharpness is not yet hidden, this heart still looks toward the youth!
Dreams need not be chased, new winds will blow across mountains and seas.
After honing the edge, there still remains a inch of youthful softness,
even if the human heart has wrinkles, the mountains and rivers also have spring and autumn.