There is beauty in the power, and her name is Yili
The cold wind blows and the sound of the flute cannot be named
It's hard to laugh at one word, but the world is forever
Day and night, who is there?
The wind blows and the clouds pass over thousands of mountains. The white feathers are all sad.
The cold and gloomy wind comes from the end of the world
Picking up the clear rain again, flowers falling from feathers
Jianghu guest, full of staggering