Count the stars in front of the door
One, two, three, four, five. .....
Countless,
Stamp your feet and complain about the little star,
You shouldn't blink at will.
jīng jīng hé qīng qīng，
The door is full of hardships.
Yale San Sai W incarnation .....
shy you shbúqīng，
It's all gone,
I don't know what you are talking about.