I want to borrow the desert as a thread
To sew a mantle to protect you from the cold
I will touch your soul with my bosom
Whilst warming myself by the furnace (the desert)
I want to borrow a red thread from the God of Love
To bury under our intertwined lives and bloodstreams
I will smooth your skin with silk
Whilst abandoning myself to the embrace (the desert)
Now you stick your hairpin above the sun
To let the beams of sunshine play in your floating hair
I walk the distance of infinity after your fragrance
Only to take a close look at your face
Now you lean against the moon in an elegant pose
To let the beams of moonshine dance in your fantasy
I walk the distance of infinity after your fragrance
Only to take a close look at your face
Who can bathe the sea of sands with the beauty and become sky and earth with her
Who can rest his head on the setting sun with the beauty and relish this moment for two thousand years
I have never said to you that I'm only the dust to you
But you have always been my Loulan