A string of numbers can prove that you are a lazy person—

Riding a small boat, I enter the scenery, following the wind to gaze at the fishing lights along the riverbank. Turning to the depths of the bamboo forest, among the remaining steles and small huts, the monks begin to chant again. By the reed-lined red pavilion, shaking a green straw raincoat, I invite the southern mountains for a drinking companion. Paper money is sent by the evening wind—whose house has added new sorrow? Alone, I hold fireflies under the moon, illuminating a sheet of loneliness, reminiscing about whatever it was you said you loved me. Flowers bloom and then fall; reincarnation brings no result. Snow on moss tells me you never returned. Thinking back many years ago, fireworks filled the sky, you quietly held me, and the gentle sound of strings and flutes made one forget worries. If it were but a dream of Nanke, among the stars and the green light, in times without heroes, the monkey mind is already deeply locked. But after you departed, I never smiled again. Alone, I hold fireflies under the moon, illuminating a sheet of loneliness, reminiscing about whatever it was you said you loved me. Flowers bloom and then fall; reincarnation brings no result. Snow on moss tells me you never returned. Alone, I hold fireflies under the moon, illuminating a sheet of loneliness, reminiscing about whatever it was you said you loved me. Flowers bloom and then fall; reincarnation brings no result. Snow on moss tells me you never returned. Flowers bloom and then fall; reincarnation brings no result. Snow on moss tells me you never returned.

What is the meaning of the lyrics of 'Memories of Nanshan' on the first floor?

The first floor was abandoned by the original poster. So you understand.

Cough… I really didn't finish reading it…