12、风蚀千载灵月，神坛终见;飞羽流云，指缝沙湮。
Wind erosion has lasted for thousands of years, and the altar will be seen at last; flying plume clouds, finger cracks and sand annihilation.
13、三杯浑白酒，几句话衷肠。何时归故里，和她笑一场。
Three cups of muddy white wine, a few words heartfelt. When to return home, laugh with her.
14、墨染天下，红尘的浮华，是你手中酝酿的笔尖花。
Ink dyeing the world, the flourishing of the red dust, is the tip of your pen brewed in your hands.
15、那日后无人敢与我言你，亦无人知晓我多想听闻你。
No one dared speak to me that day, nor did anyone know how much I wanted to hear about you.
