Once with the spring breeze, has gone with the autumn breeze?
In the vast yellow sand, the memory of history!
A pot of fire when it comes, a lump of ice after it.
In February and March, chrysanthemum dry sky flying snow!
Once with the spring breeze, has gone with the autumn breeze?
In the vast yellow sand, the memory of history!
A pot of fire when it comes, a lump of ice after it.
In February and March, chrysanthemum dry sky flying snow!