When I heard the song of praise, I burst into tears.
Geyi Biege Xi Dong
Where is the past in the breeze?
Yan Hui tried to feel my heart.
(2)
Go back to the teacher.
Ou Peng has good news.
As turbid as pearls in the sea.
Don't sigh over the years of frost.
(3)
It is destiny takes a hand to return to the spring breeze.
Talking and laughing, guiding to relax.
Recall the past, gentle and kind.
Still in my heart.