diary
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight, and the night is shrouded.
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I am empty-handed at the end of the grassland.
I can't keep a tear when I am sad.
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight.
This is a desolate city in the rain.
Except those who pass by and live.
Delhi tonight.
This is the only, final and lyrical.
This is the only, last, grassland.
I returned the stone to the stone.
Let the victory of victory
The highland barley belongs to herself tonight.
Everything is growing.
I only have the beautiful Gobi tonight.
empty
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.