The branches are purple, the petals fall on the grass,
Gently touch a sentimental heart.
Is that the mood of spring?
Light sorrow is it, and warm memories are it.
A blooming season, whose wait has fallen behind?
The wind blows across the forehead,
Looking back, I still dream of smiling.
A feeling of silence, across the calm water,
Slight ripples,
Quietly telling the warmth of human feelings.
Sitting quietly in a corner of the years, watching the diligent exploration of Jade Bird.
Some fragments, some beauty,
Gradually clear in the lost memory.
Loneliness is like a song, listening to the wind, flowers and years,
Slowly grind my loneliness.
Red scarf hanging on the window,
It was gently blown up by the wind and landed on my forehead.
I don't miss you very much,
I just saw the roses in full bloom in the garden.
That year on the grass in Na Yue,
Still floating in the sky.
You said, you want to draw a spring for me;
You said that you would always look at the lotus.
A whole-hearted love, with a once affectionate smile.
Yingying tears, who lost his mind?
Have a little affection, who has been graceful and restrained?
The time warmed by flowers, the past left blank,
Finally, in tears and watching, it quietly became the most beautiful love.
Time flies, and it will eventually become a bitter memory.
What remains in my heart is the indelible warmth.
Along the way, all the way together, let a heart gradually calm down.
Prosperity and wealth will not be spared after all.
Leaving only one thought,
Somewhere in my heart, I am lush alone.