Destiny Remains Unchanged

A thin life makes things worse, Sweeping the mountain gate at night, the moon looks like a gun. The dust and sand swallowed up the lamp like a bean, Porridge is also delicious when cooked in a cold stove. Every step is engraved by fate, The sound is only measured in front of the feet. Grind through the bluestone and make a seal with blood, Looking back, the faint glow has turned into light.