There was not a star in the sky that belonged to me.
At night, I was as boundless as the sea as black paint.
I was a lonely soul.
I was only accompanied by a shadow.
I was bored, and my spirit was locked tightly.
I was happy, and I was no longer pious. Push open the blocked' heart door'
Open the boundless night
Pick up the bamboo pole of faith
Hold up the boat that didn't belong to me
Wander around secretly
The wind blows gently
Blow the boat to a brightly lit island
People on the island are talking and laughing
Wow, it's full of larks in the flower season <
June's red lotus
looks like her slim figure;
Qiuju in September
is as proud as she bathes in wind and frost;
The blooming Chimonanthus praecox
is that she dominates in the snow
Time is running quietly
One minute,
Another second
But we are totally ignorant
Night, and we walk too fast
Quietly
The dawn is coming
The misty sleepiness gives me a stretch. I don't want to leave
this happy island
but this
doesn't belong to my nest
At night, the island
lovely lark
everything
is like smoke
lingering in front of my eyes.