The train traveled the long road back to the capital, its swaying cars making people drowsy. Their hometown was like layered quilts, offering carefree sleep. Old dreams around the hearth, clouds and smoke slipping into night. Old friends and childhood, hopes and expectations, reluctance and parting—all turned into a cluster of stars reflected in Long River.
A new hometown was a long, long road, its end unknown, treading past youth. The speeding horizon swept across the speeding sunset and moonshadow. Those who returned stepping over sun and moon carried dreams of a vast world in their hearts, their backs to the faint gleam of the stars. Then, tireless, they worked diligently, yearning for a brighter, distant future.
Sweet dreams were just in season, and the young did not know it. The heart's monkey and the mind's horse traveled ten thousand miles; pines and cypresses stood darkly green beneath blue heaven and earth. Only when they looked back again did the Heavenly River suddenly turn upside down, and they saw stars falling like rain... Only then did they understand that things remained while people had changed, and in the end, it was hard to have it again~