I'm busy,
I'm busy,
I was busy shaking the torch,
I'm busy shaping myself,
I'm busy moving drums and cymbals,
I am busy playing the reed flute for the Spring Festival.
I'm busy making happiness predictions,
I'm busy interviewing the truth,
I'm busy transplanting the tree of life to the battlefield,
I am busy turning fermented blood into the juice of love.
Until one day I died,
Like the tail color of sleeping in a smiling pond,
I'll turn off the lights and rest,
I just had a beautiful finish,
For example, a book of poems;
Cover my land,
This is the cover of that book of poems.
I'm busy,
I'm busy.