Silver dust and fog, rising from the ground
I can't reach you, you are so tall.
Oh, silver, I can't reach it.
Your flowers are open to us, and no other flowers can bloom.
No other flower can get such rare silver with such strong and white petals.
And separate the silver, oh Pak Lei.
You are clusters of flowers, blooming in the branches.
Bring summer and ripe fruits with your purple heart.
Second, magnolia
I don't know if Feng is drunk, but I always tear off your white skirt when I leave.
One night, it fell to the ground again.
Such as a girl's white silk scarf, posing as Chun Qing infinity, waiting for countless affairs.
The afternoon sunshine is hospitable, shining on you and spreading crystal-clear beauty.
The faint fragrance is refreshing and makes an enthusiastic person intoxicated.
And you seem to be waiting for someone, expecting.
Someone walked by leisurely, and passers-by couldn't help looking back.
Then I picked a few flowers on tiptoe and missed them in the breeze in May.
Lonely moonlight hangs quietly and accidentally falls into your heart.
When you dance all over your body, the smell you spit out turns out to be poison.
Deep lock loneliness, messy white light dazzling on the ground.
Smelling your body fragrance, you have more missed silhouettes in an instant, and you have a clear style in the buildings.