There is a man, "sad" called him a best friend.
And he dreamed that his bosom friend was "sad",
Wandering slowly along the stormy waves,
Strolling on the sparkling and rustling beach,
He called out the stars from the darkness.
Bend over the throne to comfort him, but the stars
Still snickering and singing.
"Sadness" calls a partner, and people shout:
"Dark sea, listen to my saddest story!"
The waves rolled forward, making ancient cries,
Rolling in a dream, from one mountain to another.
He, the brilliant pursuit of escaping from the sea,
Parked in a distant and warm valley,
Tell Lou Jing his story,
But the dew doesn't care at all, just be careful.
Listen to your dew.
"Sad" people are called partners again.
Came to the seaside and found a shell, thinking:
"I want to tell my heavy story,
Finally, my own words echo, and I will be sad.
Become a hollow with pearls;
My legend will praise myself,
My whisper has a comforting feeling,
Look, my years of burden will disappear without a trace. "
So he sang enthusiastically in the north of Zhubei,
But sad people who live alone by the sea
Turn all his songs into vague moans,
She forgot him in a crazy spin.
(Translated by Qiu Xiaolong)