one

At dusk, the fool is lost

The wind has dazzled tourists

Whose pupil is disturbed by the figure

two

Floating soft dreams

Are you there on your way home

The face under the helmet

Body under camouflage clothes

A weary backbone

three

In this coming festival

Will that dream come into your heart tonight

Can there be apples, walnuts, dates and moon cakes in this dream..

Can I have a smiling face from my family

four

If yes——

I think your sleeping smile will be beautiful

The beauty makes my heart ache