One year’s snowflakes have faded
One year’s plum blossoms have bloomed
One year’s south wind has turned one year’s moonlight into fine wine
Drunk and burning the midnight oil
I saw the fragrant grass of a year
The sound of horse hooves dyed green for a year
Who is mine this year? Tianya
Who is this year
Who is waiting for me to go home
How many years have the world aged this year
This year It’s been a year since I left
Can I still stand in front of you and let you know
I have come back
This year has been far away
A horse
It has raised its mane in the years
It’s like my pen is lifted up
It’s like my pen is put down
All the heavy questions in this world can be answered
with a gentle answer
I wonder if this is the article?