It's on the other side of the sky, far, far away,
There is a beautiful crescent spring.
It is the mirror of the sky, the eye of the desert,
Paradise bathed in stars.
I passed by the crescent spring that year,
From then on, the soul of children around the dream.
Maybe you don't understand this kind of love,
Unless you go there too.
Look at that, look at that, crescent spring.
Think that, read that, crescent spring.
When the sun goes down, the mountains in the west,
The moon spring is reflected on the horizon.
Every time the camel bells sound, they pass by my ears,
It's like coming back to the crescent spring.
My heart is full of melancholy,
Is crescent spring still there.
Now every place is changing,
Did she change her face, too.
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