The sound of the piano is sparse and the notes are not full. A cold afternoon
I am a dying swimmer in the rain, dragging my long hair to swim to you.
Music is intermittent, and melancholy is like lotus root silk.
Standing in the rain, your reflection on the waves turned into a white lotus.
In the middle of the water, in the middle of the water, I am an injured swimmer.
Just to pick a lotus flower and swim all summer.
Still flooding, still flooding, still dreaming of picking the most beautiful and farthest lotus.
What can you do? You are a lotus still standing in the rain and fog.
Close at hand, far away, it is still a fantasy lotus, still showing the beauty of last midsummer.
I drowned. I drowned.
I have forgotten that I am a water ghost and you are a water god.
It's just that Qiulian has withered.
This poem is probably the work of Mr. Yu Lao in the folk song movement in Taiwan Province Province in the 1970s. Later, Yang Xian gave it music, and many people liked its music very much.