Mountain Trail

The incense ashes are tangled in your hair, the well water is fishy, tick, tick, tick Is it water? Is it white hair or black hair that is dyed red? There is a vest on the straw at the entrance of the village, maybe it is the lost Erya? The grass in the dim field grows wildly, and its dark red tips are fragrant. The raven flew by with the heart in its mouth, whose lover was it and whose girl was it?