You came so late in the sky and danced lightly, stroking a distant story, covering the history of Dunhuang in the Western Regions. Your gesture of rebounding the pipa made me sing a colorful song in the sandy sea of poetic Yangguan through the ages. The mysterious Dunhuang city's vast sky I point out the direction of the maze, through the walls and over the ridges, in the distance, Hengzhen, in the heart, in the endless dream, flying in the desert, in the grottoes, on the road of wisdom, the journey of life and death, and let me walk into the desert.