One journey up the mountain, another journey towards the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, where thousands of tents are lit in the dead of night.
The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown.
I don't know which knowledgeable person said that wherever there are women, there are wars. So, I made up such a story about the war between women. It is just a story. . .