The water flows eastward and never stops. Early know this day is sad, there should be no original lovesickness. The meeting in the dream is always unclear, and we can't catch up to see a clearer portrait, and this kind of wet dream is often helpless and will be startled by the sound of the mountain bird. The grass doesn't grow green in spring, and my sideburns have turned silver, aging too fast. We leave for too long, and slowly all the pain will be forgotten by time. I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling.
At Wang Yang, the water flows eastward and never stops. If I had known it was bleak today, I shouldn't have been emotional. When we meet in a dream, we can't trace the portrait. This kind of good dream is often awakened by the cry of a mountain bird.
The spring grass is not green yet, and my sideburns have turned silver. If you leave for too long, all the pain will be gradually erased by time. I don't know who it is, but it makes me miss all this day and night. Only you and I can understand this feeling.