There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. She looks at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country. She would rather not know the Qingcheng and the Qingguo. It is hard to find a beautiful woman again.
Mo Qing still smiles all over the city, the spring breeze blows and the snow flies
The fallen shadow of the moon remains the same, the leaves are scattered and flying in the wind