$ORDI So exhausting……

The sun above our heads
burning with the lingering heat of youth
It never gives up
illuminating our way as we move forward
If winter doesn’t pass through here
then that’s just misty mountains and forests
After crossing the ancient stone bridge
you can smell the dampness

After crossing the green hills
you said you see the people with broad conical hats above their heads
the sea breeze brushes the palm trees, scattering the dust along the way
This place is like another world, cut off from the bustling streets
Let our weary bodies rest here for a long time

After crossing the green hills
you said you see the people with broad conical hats above their heads
the sea breeze brushes the palm trees, scattering the dust along the way
This place is like another world, cut off from the bustling streets
Let our weary bodies rest here for a long time