Fly low, fly low, you red dragonfly. What have you lost? Fly low, fly low.
The lawn is covered with light green. These flowers are full of fragrance. There are ripples on the lake.
Red dragonfly, what have you lost? Is it the dew that has dried, or the memory of rainy days?
You may not have found what you lost. You are tired of flying. You rest quietly on my bamboo fence.
I sneak up on you and grab your transparent wings.
Day, it began to rain, drop by drop, reminding me to go home quickly!
Hardly had I run home when it began to rain heavily outside the window.
I put the red dragonfly on the green screen window, and it looked at the foggy world outside the window.
Is it still looking for something lost?
Mom, you told me that it is looking for lost love, the most precious thing in the world.
It was calm after the storm. I opened the window and let the red dragonfly fly to the clear sky and the flowery land. ...