Time flew by like a waterfall for three thousand days and nights,
I see that your eyes seem to have five lakes, four seas, and the Milky Way shining brightly;
I saw the vast mountains and rivers, the withered vegetation,
The young man held the sword, thinking that the earth-shattering shock was all in one thought.
Later, the floating clouds dispersed and spring water emerged again.
The morning dew wiped the sky white and made my eyes red,
I passed by your eyes again,
Seeing that there are no more stars or sea inside,
Only a little bit of ink and azure.