Even if the laughter dies and the prosperity dies, I promise you a golden wind dew, which you will not bear in this life;
Even if you are a stranger, I will wait for you on the bridge, sharing life and death;
Even if I look across the autumn water, even if my thoughts are full, I love you, like a red bean.
Even if the valley is vicissitudes, even if the river is clear, I still miss you like running water, and I don't complain;
Even if bees fly, even if flowers are beautiful, I will always be with you.
Even if the beauty is gone, even if Acacia becomes a girl, I will treat you with the same eyebrow eye.