The carriage with iron shafts and bells looks back on the road, and Kunlun looks like snow.
Peacock River God, Camel Bell's heart is broken again, there is no wind tonight, the moon is full of sorrow over the city.
Love returns to the Silk Road, falling flowers and rain, looking at the willows and leaning against others.
I am not the only one who hates it, the mirage of Loulan, the eternal yellow sand.
[This article is purely fictitious]
Purpose: Love returns to the Silk Road