All the gloom is left to the past. Since I met you, winter has dispersed and the Milky Way is bright.
There are ten thousand kinds of people in Qian Qian, Mo Wen. If you are a rainbow, you won't know it until you meet it.
You are half my poem, half loved and half buried with my body. You are half my poem, and no one is allowed to change a word.
I am crazy, but I can't be my own moon. It was the sugar generously given to me by the Milky Way that led me to meet you.
I hope I can become your minority hobby, hide my joy and show off my pride.
The Milky Way is hot, you are the ideal of the world, the night is cold, you are the light of the world, and you are the way home.