Orchids, in the empty mountains, the love of beauty is invisible,
Split the bright window between elements.
You Lanhua, He Feifei and Shi Fang were given gifts.
I want to pretend to be Pei Wei, and I want to be independent.
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. ...
You can think for yourself!