The soul is like a dream, the mud is like a dream.
The past is vaguely like a dream, a kind of mist where everyone is worried.
Devastated by the loss of the lover whom she had met together, she kept the promise she made back then.
I came to the mysterious ancient city in the Western Regions alone, but fell into the torrent of history.
Her heart seemed to be lost in the vast desert,
It's hard to get together, sad to say goodbye, and more sentimental than empty.