Tianxian was drunk
Crush the white clouds indiscriminately
The detritus of the white clouds came out of the heavens
Sprinkle on the dead and silent world
Sprinkle
Swirling in the air
Finally, it is integrated with all things
Yang Shu rose because of the wind
Then it fell slowly
Mighty
Rush and slow
It's like a thousand threads
In the sky
Sew the clothes of the earth
Densely woven diagonally
Accompanied by the whistling of the wind
The human world has become a harmonious white
Pink makeup jade
Tianxian was drunk