The mysterious corridor of sparks and the muted noise of sheng and flute
Bian and Dubai separate Qinghai-Tibet
Years of death, years of mourning, frenzied music in the middle of the night
The curse rushes and the withered butterfly buries the bones
A kitsch that is about to be sold out, a willingness to swim in right and wrong
The redemption of burning the truth until death
A moment of lust, a long moment of harshness, a river that cleanses sin.
Kiss the maple leaves and vines wrapped around the mirror image
Destruction and change, color and color
Glittering tomorrow, solemn hymn