Look at the shining ice peaks and the broken glass as hot as fire
Will those prophecies that have been gathering dust for many years come true?
Who is flying through the snow? Snowflakes can be seen in June
Deep in the peach forest, flowers are flying all over the sky. Whose side is there?
The strings are strummed lightly, the rhythm is lingering, and the sound of the flute is heartbreaking.
Who looks at the moon and sings solo, dancing gracefully, wearing beautiful green clothes
I paint green eyebrows for you, hiding my love deeply, covering my sadness
From now on, the world looks at each other, things are impermanent, and light smoke is flying
where is the person