Time has ruined the spring and summer in Mobei
Missing, annihilated by the sand of Tarim
The moment I look back at you
The concern that destined us to never give up in this life
Writing without words
Talking in sleep after waking up from a dream
But it tells the story of the alluring years
a glass of liquor
Drunk beauty
Drunk on that grand fireworks display
Three points of awakening is elegance
Seventy percent drunk but pretending to be cool
No other shore is prosperous
Just a lost flower