Traveling again and again, I will be separated from you forever.
More than ten thousand miles apart, each is at the end of the world;
The road is long and blocked. Do you know if the meeting will be safe?
The Huma leans against the north wind and crosses the southern branch of the bird's nest.
The day is far away from each other, and the clothes are worn slowly;
Floating clouds cover the day, and the wanderer does not care to return.
Missing you makes you grow old, and the years are suddenly too late.
I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper. Deep love will not last long, and wisdom will be damaged. It turns out that I have never forgotten for a moment…………