If the sea withers,

There is also a tear, which is also waiting for you, a thousand reincarnations.

Suddenly looking back, cutting through the constant stumbling blocks, all your pride, can only fly in the painting.

Under the sunset in the desert, who is the person who blows the flute;

Ren peeled off his red makeup over the years, but he was helplessly scarred.

In the desolate castle, who is bouncing the lute;

Just waiting for me to come and go in a hurry, and meet in this life.

Fireworks are flying all over the sky, who are you charming?

It's just drunk to see the flowers, and the flowers are also drunk.

Quicksand and quicksand are flying all over the sky, who is haggard for you?

It's just that fate comes and falls, and fate is like water!