My love is between the mountains and rivers of Jiangnan, and my endless lovesickness is the most eternal. True love is beautiful, coming from the water and clouds. If there is love in the sky, I would dream of the bright moon, and I would be willing to be the moon. In my dream, I love the south of the Yangtze River. By the bamboo boat lake, two people sing a love song, and the one who laughs is the jade lotus. The lake is full of love, and the bamboo raft is beautiful. It's so beautiful; the fish swim quietly in the lake, and the distant mountains are intoxicating.
The fisherman’s evening song to the west of Shenyang is as charming as being drunk with love in late autumn. It is difficult for the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to stay together, and the flowing water is not thin and the flowers are falling. The psychology of love and hate is confused, and the past of the mortal world is unbearable. If there is an afterlife where I transform into a fish, seven seconds of joy will be deep in my bones.
The deep love between fish and water between you and me is a lifelong love bond. The fish ignores the water in the lotus pond, but the lake water is always with them. Love each other for a lifetime, childhood sweethearts together. Loving you is just loving myself, flowers bloom and fall, life or death.