You are the hidden flower of the sun.
Let the night be white, but it can't be said that it is as white as pear.
Unspeakably lingering on the other side of the sun.
Squeeze milk-like music out of the sky
I am afraid of the smell of dog snow.
Shade the spring sunshine.
I am afraid that the sky will fall and I will part.
When you talk in your sleep, catch the night.
Even afraid of your distant words
Floating with the snow in Bai Huiniang's soul
I only keep acacia.
Covered by moonlight
Waiting for the spring scenery of your cardamom feelings