The wind is still flying in the air toward the far away place
God lies down in the clouds and kisses the dreamland
South of the sea of clouds, everything grows
The flower of the other shore is still whispering in dreams
When the rain passes over the mountains, the floating light is like a little bit of heat in the heart, dancing lightly.
He sang softly, but this time, there was no one to accompany him.
Who has ever remembered that there was such a person who once illuminated his life?
An edict comes from heaven, sit back and watch the vicissitudes of time
That was the direction he looked up to, prosperous and gorgeous
The moon sets and the moon rises, irrigating hope
He stood up and looked towards the north
Flying against the wind, crossing the waves of wheat, melodious singing surrounds the other shore, following him through the rest of his life
The snow falls unconsciously. How many springs and summers have you asked? He no longer remembers
He was still thinking about it, still holding his chest and meditating: Has anyone been here before?