< Jia Jian >
the white dew is frost.
the so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
if you follow it, the road will be blocked and long.
swim upstream from it and swim in the middle of the water.
it's sad, but the white dew is still wet.
the so-called Iraqis are in the water.
if you go back and follow it, the road will be blocked and broken.
swim from it, and swim in the water.
the dew is not yet in the harvest.
the so-called Iraqis are in the water.
if you go back and follow it, the road is blocked and right.
swim upstream from it and swim in the water.
< On the water side >
The green grass is green and the white fog is boundless.
There is a beautiful woman on the water side.
The green grass is lush and the white fog is blurred.
There is a beautiful woman who lives by the water.
I would like to swim against the current and
snuggle up beside her.
There is a dangerous beach before.
Find her direction.
But it seems vaguely that
she is in the middle of the water.
I would like to go upstream,
speak softly with her.
There is a dangerous beach before I have no choice,
There are no twists and turns in the road.
I would like to go downstream,
to find her footprints.