I have survived day and night, the dream of my soul, and lived in a quiet hometown.
The heart is unbounded and the steps are endless. I stand in the ear of the wind, listening to your distant promise.
Missing is like water, which is turned into wine by time, alcoholizing memories and enriching true feelings.
If the stars are girls' eyes, I'd rather be blind all night and talk to the stars.
Thoughts shuttle between time and dance in the moonlit night. '
Hurried parting, crystal tears, turned into eternal thoughts in the wind.
The wings of maple leaf dance with the sunset, like a wounded butterfly, landing on the dusk path.
Another year has passed, and the golden back leaves a season's footprint.
We stood where we were, not where we were.
Another year is coming, heaven and hell, where is the real destination, the propaganda department wants to know.
Roots hide themselves deep.