The wider the Qiushui Square
The bigger the eyes open
The wind also became more and more wanton and overwhelming
Even the overlapping tall buildings cannot be stopped
Even if they press out the darkness
Compacted the lonely darkest gray small
But thousands of years of moonlight
Still overflowing with the tears of a river
Twinkle, focus
Let the Tengwang Pavilion gradually become clear
More and more lights are shining
Bigger and bigger and higher
So much so that one must look up
Finally out of the trance
Desperate out, depressed
The good thing is --
The River of Victory is the Graben
I'm on this shore
Tengwang Pavilion is on the other side
And both, stand
Even if you really see Prince Ann
Heart, a little peace