I hurried on,
Just borrow one of your books.
But you politely refused,
Still studying hard,
Stay indoors.
I know,
You may have forgotten,
The agreement of past lives,
And the book you promised me.
But your poem,
Your words,
Has been integrated into my blood,
My bones and muscles.
Wait, wait,
Year after year,
The girl turned into a white-haired old woman.
In old Chengdu,
I met Sima Xiangru,
On the way, I also met San Cao and Su San.
But I can't see you I'm looking for,
Du Gongbu.
Don't go,
It's stupid,
Spread a floor outside the thatched cottage,
Keep this loneliness forever.
Don't ask where my home is,
Because of the way we came,
I can't remember for a long time.