I still remember that year, on the swing, you smiled like a flower and entered my heart.
I still remember that year, under the peach tree, your tea was light and your dancing was intoxicating.
I still remember that year, in the pavilion outside the city, you were in tears and I resolutely turned around.
Changed, changed, everything changed.
When I suddenly woke up and looked back,
The blue bricks are still mottled, and the pavilions are still scattered.
It's just that there is no laughter on swing.
Just under the peach tree, there will be no singing and dancing.
Where is my old friend, the lovely man who came into my heart?
Suddenly, I heard it,
Peach blossoms are still there in the spring breeze, and people are sad when they go upstairs.