The lilacs are stained with the whiteness of the moon,
the plum blossoms are stained with the color of the clouds,
your bright and flowery posture.
The sunset in the pavilion after parting is still there,
The footsteps of the wind are lingering like mine.
Who has ever stood by the plum blossoms to guard the blooming flowers?
Today I will keep waiting,
Waiting for your return,
Let’s go see the sea of ??memories together,
Every bit of friendship , always in my heart.