The lights of the bamboo forest and the deserts we have visited
The golden country keeps flowing in the wind
There is a mysterious gray vortex
Wrapped me in the fog
invisible hands
A flower comes, who passes by the tenderness
Traveling through thousands of years of pain, just for one result
The outline you left guides me and I am not lonely in the dark night
The sorrow that has traveled through thousands of years is you waiting for me at the end
The most beautiful touch will be worth waiting for for a lifetime