Here you are. The sea 10 thousand years ago
This life has grown into a Yushu in the plateau.
Race with nine suns
A gust of wind is warm.
Suppose there is no machete.
There is nothing in the moonlight.
The flame of loneliness
Suppose there is no spring, no flowers.
Spider climbing the window lattice
Quietly inquire about the happiness of bees
The coming of a snow.
How can you cover up the pain of this life?
Fear and sadness about broken walls.
Ten thousand years of bitterness
Take a lifetime to bear, and a moment to experience.
In the pale sunshine
The broken spine bulges in a curved way.
A human elegy is being staged.
Gravel pile
Full of suffering
Full of bloody love
If only there were no strange love.
Behind the warmth of mountains and rivers
Lost for a century
Lost a period of old time.
Some cry, some squeeze and groan.
It has nothing to do with my deep thinking
It has nothing to do with my life.
But it concerns everyone.
Another bowl of butter tea.
Smell the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
The fragrance of exile
Listen to the ancient tea-horse road again
The sound of hooves.
Bayanhar
The most beautiful music played.
Yushu, Qiongzhi lost on the road.
Holding the lamp of God at this moment.
A flame licked by the devil
Shake it.
The pain of shaking the breeze