In the past, the river was covered with flowers and leaves.
The sun is dead, cold and trembling.
I hesitated and walked through the village.
Recall his childhood.
Your elegant outline
Suddenly gentle eyes, staring at me.
I remember that the sun was setting.
Reflect your pink cheeks and let your hair wave.
"A river without a name"
When I was born, I sobbed to myself.
Blue sky, earth
undercurrent
Over the years, I have grown up gradually.
Nobody takes good care of me.
A man without a name
A river without a name.
Colorless is flowers.
Fragrant and silent.
River, passerby
During that travel career.
Celebrate the Lunar New Year.
I owe my ancestors an unforgettable debt.
I looked up and hesitated whether I could cross the state and province.
Back home