"Desert Camel".
La la la, cross this desert and find your true self. There was only one camel by my side, and the wind blew and the clouds fluttered. Suddenly, a river of love appears, stepping onto a desert boat with a pipe and hourglass on his back, and a jug of spirits in his hand. The long ancient road is long, there are no words of joy, anger and sorrow, only the camel is still busy.
What ghost legends, what ghosts and demons, only the heron eagle is singing in the shadows. The yellow sand swept by, walking around every corner. Walking in the endless starry river, day and night staggered, so enchanting, staggering through the years and stumbling on themselves. There are too many lost paths ahead, perseverance can be free, and out of the darkness can be free and happy. I looked for a desert oasis, and a mirage appeared, and I saw her waiting there. Remembering her tenderness, it burned my chest. Lost in the jug of old wine from last night, I put on my big-scalped shoes and stepped across the cold wilderness. It was as if I had traveled to another world.
Aladdin's lamp is tilted, and heaven and hell have overlapped. Suddenly, a butterfly flew in. What ghost legends, what ghosts and demons, only the heron eagle is singing in the shadows. The yellow sand swept by, walking around every corner. Walking in the endless starry river, day and night staggered, so enchanting. The years have stumbled and the self has been lost. There are too many lost paths ahead, perseverance can be free, and out of the darkness can be free and happy.
I have fallen into this magical country, accompanied by camel bells on the road to the church. Forgive me for once falling into a trance, covering my eyes and oblivion with intentions, how can I be conquered like this. What ghost legends, what ghosts and demons, only the heron eagle is singing in the shadows. The yellow sand swept by, walking around every corner. Walk in the endless starry river. Day and night staggered, so enchanting, the years and the self. There are too many lost paths ahead, perseverance can be free, and out of the darkness can be free and happy.
In the dream, I return to the beginning, the tide rises and falls, and I wonder about the future and loneliness. The long journey of life, flowers bloom and fall countless times, how can the boiling time be desolate. Early in the morning and at dusk, the birds in the sky are chasing, swaying the sky and tracing the loess, and the belly of the oriental fish is white. The sun is blazing, and I have set out on my way home.
