Fairytale

I have already understood the so-called my fairy tale forever.

Unreachable moonlight in the dark

Sweeping tears to wash the dream of dusting in childhood

Let this all turn into a black feather dish and die in the fog of the forest

Inscribed on the tree, the seal of darkness

The story that belongs to you and me is simple and complicated.

"Crossing the hills and heading for the distance"

Who is the son of Piper? Tom

Where did they go to wait for a visit?

What you taught me was just watching

Leaving a faint hickey, your fairy tale

Last regret in the light

Try to fly in a dream

But it’s not enough to bloom in the blood of the three rivers

Focus on the fire of Honglian, chilling and hugging

The sun is stinging through the window

"Crossing the hills and heading for the distance"

The wind blows off whose hair

They have already arrived at the other side and flute the flute

The song you taught me to sing

[Tom is the son of the piper. He started to learn to play the flute when he was very young, but he only has one blow, that is, 'going over the hills to the far side'...]