The huge vault in the distance is dotted with starlight and jewels.
The Tarim River opposite me is shrouded in darkness.
I smell salty in the cold air.
Rape flowers have long withered, and the lake is covered with ice and snow.
Everyone is retreating, and no one wants to stay for you.
Qinghai Lake, the despair in your eyes makes me feel distressed.
Let me grow old and white as snow overnight.
I know you have been waiting for someone for thousands of years.
When I was walking in the wind last night, you waited quietly.
Who else can walk with me and become a gentle saint in the dark?
Rape flowers will rot. They retreat when you are the biggest.
You said they gave up gold and gained freedom and singing.
The earth has no secrets, everything is open.
Where did the beautiful and playful elf fly now?
Qinghai Lake, I heard crying tonight.
Flowing on the cliff of my body
I heard blood flowing calmly through my heart.
You spread out your palm, and the warmth flows in your heart.
The undulating waves beat against the coast and hit your heart again and again.
I see the streets and alleys that accompany me in your veins.
Qinghai Lake, do you hear endless melancholy?
Now that the lake is dry, is that despair in your eyes?
What about the dark blue water? Whose heart did it flow to?