译文:白云斜斜地挂在蔚蓝的天空上,独自登上高处心中一片怅然。遥想家乡像什么呢?在那杂乱山峰的深处,一片翠绿如烟。
The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it's not.
Gunpowder is my brush, the sky is my canvas.#火药是我的画笔,天空是我的画布。
Music knows no borders, good music can touch everyone's heart.