The sunset is very beautiful but it will be on the other side of the
You haven’t obstruct my view in my dreaming,
So the horizon stretches the distance all the way.
Your creeping shadows have only black and white.
I need a pair of sharp eyes,
and it passes through the itchy grass in the dark.
So I wantn’t hear about the moon and the stars.
Never miss butterfly flying in the flowers,
I couldn’t find my stay branches in memories of the past.
Years of gaunt had melted in the egg white ,
Put the heart to reins of the wind,
Running is just a string plucked in the evening prayer.