Lonely, chasing clouds, dazzling, winding,
Eyes used to seeing the blue sky are like green grass invading the threshold.
You ask me what my happiness is?
── the moon pillow book in front of the window.
In the morning, I saw the mist hovering on the top of the mountain.
Listen to the whispers in the wind and flowers at night.
You ask where my soul rests?
-Look at the smoke curling up on the ground.
Drink dew when you are thirsty and eat English when you are hungry;
Deer keep my dreams, and birds want me to wake up.
Do you ask me if I have any worldly troubles?
-Listen to the voices of depressed passers-by from EMI. ①
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