Xun Xun had many dreams in his life. He dreamed of falling butterflies, dreamed of surging rivers, dreamed of Zhang Hai Tower losing its anchor point, dreamed of Zhang Qiling walking in the door, dreamed of Wu Xie's ten years of sand sea...
A free man stayed in the snowy mountains,
A solitary man walks the world.
He wants his moon to hang high forever,
He wants his snow-capped mountains to be lonely forever.
The free wind will stay for the mountains,
The rigid mountains will be in an uproar for the wind.
