On the afternoon of July
Saw the merchant's copper silver soil.
Look at this pool full of lotus flowers
One afternoon in July
Lotus leaves are flying in the wind.
Just like mom's clothes today.
Lotus flowers are sent gently.
A faint scent in her folds.
And my mother is still unhappy.
Only I know why.
alas
Beautiful mother.
You can't stop loving this lake just because it's not called Xuanwu Lake.
Xi Murong, a flowering tree
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.