Playing this tune with cucurbit silk, I feel that the most appropriate poem is Qin Guan's "Que Qiao Xian". These two songs have the same artistic conception and psychological experience.
Queqiaoxian
Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When the golden wind meets the dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.