She walked from the yellow sand like a wild goose returning south
He waits gracefully and only cares about beauties
He is unruly and wandering
Her little family Biyu is compassionate and loving
End of the world, return date, good news is only for my beloved, only for my beloved
The desert is lonely, the ground is covered with yellow sand, the north wind blows, the wild geese fly south, and the sky is lonely
War continues, killings everywhere, never-ending
Ming Yue, Ming Yue, let us end together...