Looking up at the moon, my heart is so empty that even a stone reverberates. I don't remember, I just remember that he stood in front of me and said to those people: "Wanwan has never been a horse galloping on the grassland thousands of miles away. She is an eagle circling in the desert. She is a child of the northwest."
Intention: The mountains are high and the water is vast. How about you come and be the person who changes cups and cups with me?