The shadows snore in the mountains before dawn,
You will pick the stars into a torch,and start to move forward.
Where are you going?
If you don't answer,Osmanthus fragrans are all over you.
The mud on the road is still there,
The sharp weeds want to stop your pants.
Where are you going?
If you don't answer,the footprints in the dark are full of dawn.
yes,
The curtain of history is always opened inadvertently.
No lightning,no thunder,no earth shattering,
The frost flowers are still melting and the birds are still singing,
They,set out.