Lanhuahua, in the empty mountain, can't see the love of beauty, written in the bright window.
You blue flower, He Feifei, the world has been praised by Pei Zi. I want to regard it as Pei Wei, and I am independent of others.
Your orchid, for whom, blooms, dew and cold wind smell old. I translated the poem, so it would be boring to translate it literally);
The elegant and pure orchid, for whom do you bloom so beautifully?
You still smell good in Coody Leng and the cold wind. But I have been waiting for loneliness until it disappears ... the cold wind smells good.