The moonlight outside the golden tent
According to my empty saddle
I climbed over a mountain
Climbed another mountain
It's you on the other side of the mountain
between your country and mine
Across the Milky Way
I can't get through
You can't get through either
I spent the night counting the stars
Another night passed
When counting to the 100,000th
I hear you on the other side of the river
call my name
But the sound of the water is too loud
I can't hear what you shouted
Later the sound of water stopped
You don't shout anymore
Only the wind remains
And my horse is grazing with his head down
Purpose: When the world tells you who you are, who you should love, and how you should live and die with swords, swords, shadows and iron-blooded laws, the "self" that sings folk songs in your heart, deflects the bow and arrow by one centimeter, and finally walks towards the end with a smile, is all you really have.