The bustling sound broke into an empty door and destroyed the world.

Cold dreams, a few books in life.

If the default is life and death, etc.

Waiting for the cycle of annual rings.

How many floors has this pagoda broken? Whose soul did it hurt?

The pain went straight to the door and a broken lamp collapsed.

Let me wait for the turn of history.

Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play a guzheng.

There is abundant rain, and the hometown is overgrown with vegetation.

I heard that you are always alone.

The mottled gate is covered with old roots.

What echoes on the slate is waiting.

There is abundant rain, and the hometown is overgrown with vegetation.

I heard that you are still guarding this lonely city.

The rural flute in the suburbs fell on that Nomura tree.

Fate takes root, it's us.

Listening to the laughter of youth, I envy many people

That history is too tender to write.

Fireworks are easy to cool and people are easy to separate.

And you asked me if I was serious.

A thousand years later, who is waiting?

And how can the history of the Qing Dynasty be untrue?

If you are experiencing a past life.

Follow the world of mortals and my wandering life.

There is abundant rain, and the hometown is overgrown with vegetation.

I heard that you are always alone.

The mottled gate is covered with old roots.

What echoes on the slate is waiting.

There is abundant rain, and the hometown is overgrown with vegetation.

I heard that you are still guarding this lonely city.

The rural flute in the suburbs fell on that Nomura tree.

Fate takes root, it's us.

There is abundant rain, and the hometown is overgrown with vegetation.

I heard that you are always alone.

The mottled gate is covered with old roots.

What echoes on the slate is waiting.

After a storm comes a calm, the vegetation in my hometown is deep.

I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The rural flute in the suburbs fell on that Nomura tree.

Fate takes root, it's us.

THE TEMPLE OF JIALAN Temple listens to the rain and looks forward to eternity.

Fate takes root, it's us.