The flower season is coming, let the flocks fly against the wind.
Sun-moon conversion
Wait until the rainy season rages.
But I can't fly out of the shadow of birch leaves
I am a poplar.
Standing on the edge of the desert, searching endlessly.
Leave the birch forest
One day, we must learn to stand firm and strive for self-improvement
Endless growth
Endless emptiness
When can I see Yang Shulin?
Bloom on your eyelashes on the cool earth.
Look at this green and bright world.
From one place to another.
Always the same and different.
Don't expect to wander
Always wandering
Never back down's stubbornness on his high horse
Looking for beautiful springs rippling in the desert.