A wisp of white soul travels through time and space and falls drunk in whose dream the flowing coat whispers alone the story of ghosts and illusions The bitterness is snowy, the moonlight is cold and the moonlight is cold and I endure the loneliness and desolation alone, do you remember the depths of my dreams, who accompanied me day and night, who planted the love for me, made me so obsessed, gave up all my thousands of years of practice, but you don't belong The legend that my world has been looking forward to for thousands of years, a song of Qing Dynasty, relieved me of all my worries In that meeting where the fireworks were blurred, I seemed to have forgotten the desolation that the world has gone through for countless years. I only hope that time will treat you tenderly.