Qitianlou

Alone in the cloud tower, the wind and clouds closed in my eyes. The setting sun mourns the ancient road, and the cold moon weeps over the barren hills. There are many turmoils in the world, but little freedom in people's hearts. Leaning on the railing and thinking about the past, tears streaming down my cheeks The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, towering into the clouds. Thousands of storms have passed, but the vicissitudes of life remain. Prosperity will eventually fade away, but loneliness will never end. As far as the eye can see, the setting sun shines on the twilight. The vastness of Kyushu is turbulent, and the solitary tower stands alone on the top. The setting sun reflects like blood on a dangerous wall, and the cold moon shines like a hook on a broken canopy. The prosperity of the past was all a dream, and the desolation of the present has become nothing. Leaning on the railing and looking at the road to the end of the world, I can't help but look for the old traces.