The body is like light smoke,

Stepped onto a changhong,

Picking up the dream of the former dust,

Drunk with Xixia.

Awake for thousands of years,

Memories are like shining waves,

Sad or happy,

The whole work is soaring.

Thousands of words can hardly become a river of longing,

The beautiful reservedness of my own girl,

Tingting curled up as a dance of flames.

Rebirth after burning.