You are a happy bird.
Holding the soil and dew of my hometown.
Fly all the way
The echo of footsteps in the air
Like a waltz flashing in the sun.
You are a happy bird.
The tinkling sea rattled gently.
Floating spinach, gentle water
Light the food in my heart
You are a happy bird.
In this long-lost city
Happy voice.
It's my perfume.
A friendly voice
Is the girl of my dreams.
Play the piano, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, and recite poems and drink wine.
Walk into your warm nest
February is full of pears.
A quiet village.
Waiting for your sun tomorrow.