Who knows a four-character poem that sounds beautiful?

At the end of the song, people are not drunk, lightning and thunder, dusk, drums and morning bells are fragmented, spring blossoms are in a dilemma, and things are fleeting. People are strangers, and holding hands with the old is gone forever. Time is like water, but it is not as cold as before. Still do not give up, all roads lead to the same goal. I'm sorry you didn't choose me as the answer, son. My hand hurts, and I think of several China Mobile China Telecom.