Think about the lyrics of "24 solar terms · Bailu"

Wash the morning glow with dew

Washed the wind and sand for generations

I see you fighting horses in the city

Frost and dust are looking for her

The world's hot and cold guests carry wine to the end of the world

It's hard to say how many layers of scars there are

Is it sweet or bitter you drink

It's a pleasure, it's a pain, no one answers

A glass of wine kills the moon on the blade

Stir up the panic stroke of this half life

You measure the rise of the sun and the fall of the moon

Measuring mountains and rivers between fingers

Listen to you sing again

How persistent is singing old friends

The world is addicted to the sword

Eyes full of clouds and water, two broad bodies sent wandering

You smile when you are trapped or pursuing

No one knows the pain or the pleasure

The dew on the frost blade dries up

Bento left half of autumn

The long wind blows the tiny veins in the dead leaves

The years have broken into the peaks and valleys between the eyebrows