Brothers, kneel down and beg for a Tibetan poem. Man Man will always miss you. Thank you.

Manman has never found a trace of fragrance,

Always remember the charming voice and keep your chest.

it's hard to break people's infatuation,

I want to see Iraqis but dream.

thinking of the past as the past,

you are more like the wind than the clouds.

hey! Another infatuated lang, a heartless man in heaven.

little brother, take it easy, one year later, ten years later ... you will never have today's pain!