Shervan/The wilderness has gone through a long journey before I can meet you not on the road in the spring, not in the lotus pond in the middle of summer, I have explored your news in the autumn but I can't tell you that I have a clean heart
Hometown swaying in the breeze, full of spring, Meng Lingxin always wants to pull out a white horse from time, let himself be a young man chasing the wind again, the wild geese fly north, they are wearing golden robes, from one city to another...