The throbbing of the bottom of the heart blossomed like a tree

All the teardrops were stained green and desolate

Text: There is no shore in the flow of years

The mood between the lines

Hide the deep and the single-minded for half a lifetime

But I don't know in every dark night

Constantly surging

The world is known for its wanderings

Fingertips caress the atrium

In the long night of falling snow

Soft pain is chaotic

All the throbbing in the bottom of my heart

A tree blooms like a blossom

The sound of horses' hooves was still ticking

The Ancient Trail of a Thousand Mountains echoes

Polar eyes looked at the clouds and the sun on the edge of the sky

Saibei one sleeve desert wind and sand

I remember watching the moon star river shining brightly

Break open the chapters of the past that are crushed

Shake the millennium thoughts

All dripping tears

Dyed green with earthly desolation

Warm time in the water north mountain south

Several years of summer and cold

Watch the millennia of snow and ice melt

A picturesque view of a thousand mountains

Lonely red dust a little worried

Years of mercy and mountains

It is difficult to let go of attachment gently

Watch the smoke fill the wood gate

Hold a cup of hot tea from the red stove

Look at each other in the flickering candles

The three exiles cannot be exhausted

The wind blows deep into the bamboo forest

Walk through the nine-curved surrounding bluestone slab

Freeze the drift of the past

Watch Deva smoke from the cooking

Listen to the barking of the chickens

The falling night climbed into the window

Pick off the lights

Flip through an old book and taste an old song

In the midst of obsession

The book is a period of morning and dusk dependent on the years