This island is at the deepest level of poetry, the fantasy and pursuit of poets
Tens of thousands of stars work hard and diligently build those incredible beauties
The children of the bright moon bloom with the brilliance of art, and music and art are immortal due to their creation.
The rising sun emits the light of wisdom in the center. They are the eternal hope and leader.
Those solemn and magnificent temples, the meandering light and bright halls, the exquisite artistic creations...
It was a dream and fantasy that even the gods were willing to perish for.
But a few people know that the decadent sorrow under this blurred prosperity
The people of Xi are cheating and squeezing each other, just for the sake of the glorious throne.
The exclusion and suppression among Hui people only stem from the so-called reputation of the first month of the month.
The tears and blood of countless star people, the pain of separation of flesh and blood, trembled in the long night
A "family" formed for "profit" is full of hypocrisy and ridiculousness.
There are few morning stars and few hopes
Will those new hopes be built on the ruins?
Intention: Will those new hopes be built on the ruins?