Just because a casual glance disturbed my thoughts day and night.
I want to become Zhuang Zhou, become a butterfly, and walk through the lush branches and leaves.
Even if the mountains are stacked, there is no intention to linger here.
Send acacia to the bright moon, I hope you can notice it.
It's innocent to send your poem thousands of miles away.
Only when your dream is white will you have joys and sorrows, rain or shine.
You are the wind that dyes maple leaves red, which will make my thoughts spread all over the mountains.
Only when you are soaked with tears will the first snow come and go like a person.
You are your red world, which changed my black and white silence.
Just like a stream flowing through an ancient street, it takes away the dreamy season.
The endless stream of people on the small bridge is pulling my thoughts one after another.
If you don't know that Liang Zhu turned into a butterfly and drove purple smoke through the palace in the sky.
Never know how sad it is to leave this world, blowing leaves and cutting them clearly in the autumn wind.
It is difficult to decide whether to send acacia to the moon.
Leaving here feels like a starry night.
Only when your dream is white will you have joys and sorrows, rain or shine.
You are the wind that dyes maple leaves red, which will make my thoughts spread all over the mountains.
Only when you are soaked with tears will the first snow come and go like a person.
You are your red world, which changed my black and white silence.
Only when your dream is white will you have joys and sorrows, rain or shine.
You are the wind that dyes maple leaves red, which will make my thoughts spread all over the mountains.
Only when you are soaked with tears will the first snow come and go like a person.
You are your red world, which changed my black and white silence.