I have fallen asleep in autumn.
When flowers bloom with thousands of trees
The golden satyr croaked in wormwood.
A ponytail is like a hook on a winter night.
Stones lined up. I was born on the riverbank and sat on the other side of the river.
There is a bumper harvest at home, and we welcome a bumper harvest.
Father was safe and sound, and prepared ponytails and bells in advance.
Give me a kiss and let me open the lips of the earth.
Horse, horse drinking salt water, that's my name.
I recently came to the south from the north.
Sitting in the sun is a silent statue.
The horse is humble, under the naked back of the mountain peak
I returned to four directions like a long hissing suona.
Golden grass grows on Wuzhishan.
Every cow, sheep and pasture that came to the earth floated together.
The spewing spring appeared in the sky.
The lone wolf of stone growled and walked in all directions.
The rest of the ponytail is quiet and dark.
My darkness, this is not my father.
The rest of the ponytail is quiet and dark.
The grain has been harvested and the land is deserted.
The rest of the ponytail is quiet and dark.
My horse can only hear the whistle from the reed pipe.
The rest of the ponytail is quiet and dark.
Ruth is quiet.