I am thinking
The scene of the wild grass at the mountain pass
and the setting sun dragging the red color
As if
moving clouds and a setting wind
slipped through my heart
and made the sound of the setting sun
The rosy clouds
Decorate the sunset
The dark mountains
will be your spinning dance floor
The returning cattle and sheep
Singing for you affectionately in the summer evening breeze
The image of the mountain village at dusk
is deeply imprinted on Into the heart of the wanderer
Grab a handful of misty cooking smoke
Eyes full of homesickness
Grab a handful of the afterglow of the setting sun
Dye the pupils red and burn the rolling tears
Those countless lovesickness
More curved than the endless mountains
Long
Looking at the sunset at the mountain pass
Putting my tears and smiles
into the colorful clouds
Follow Swimming into the distance with the wind chasing clouds
What a vicissitude of heart
Like a tired bird in the dusk
Pulling the last touch of its bright red tail
p>Staring in the Guizi ballad