The Starry Sky Shines

The dust and sand eat up the setting sun, and the broken walls support the ruined city. The rust core sticks to the scorched earth, and the old traces are wrapped around the iron Who will share the soul of the world with me in the setting sun of independence? When the wind blows the last withered leaf, Passing over the scale of hope—— Under this rusty sky, Can you find your roots in scrap metal?