Zeng Xinuo

That day, I span thousands of years, Not to trace the past, just to meet you; That month, I have traveled thousands of miles and my face is covered with dust, Not to look forward to the distant shore, but to be close to your warmth; That year, Crying, being happy and angry, traveling far away in reincarnation, The pagoda is not built to win, just to touch your fingertips. In that life, Kneel down and pray to God, Not to spend time together, but to retain your pilgrim soul.