Yan Dihan

The blue sea and blue sky, the dead moon and the falling moon, the road to the underworld is far away. Loulan is snowing at night, the desert is full of solitary songs, and the remaining dome has disappeared and the clouds are lonely. It is easy to grow old in the deserted graves, and to be young when half awake. The shadow of the sword is just floating and proud. The walls of the palace are high, and you can sit around and listen to the wind and waves all your life.