The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly that I suspect there is frost on the ground.
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.
Goose Goose Goose, Quxiang Xiang Tiange
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves.
Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes.
The spring breeze is endless, wildfire never quite consumes them.
I accidentally think of these words, but I miss them. I have forgotten them for too long.