The love song is long,
It seems to be trying to retain the beauty of autumn.
Love in late autumn, love in late autumn, and miss you in late autumn.
The thoughts are long and the rhyme is long,
The melodious music of the piano has dyed the maple red.
Who is playing? Is it you? Is it me?
We feel the same and still stay together,
We have enough reasons!
What kind of lovesickness,
is fixed in your eyes.
Is it still the same piano?
I’m listening to your soulful playing.
Is it that red leaf?
I’m with you Remuneration?
"High mountains and flowing water, the pipa breaks the willows",
It is still the song that we first recognized.
It’s getting cold——
It’s been a cool autumn day,
It seems like there are tears flowing down my cheeks.
The maple red flows on your strings,
I am still walking on the path of lovesickness returning from the north.
The wild geese returning south convey your greetings.
Waiting for you,
I am about to leave but I am sad,
The day of reunion is ahead,
I seem to hear the sound of your piano ,
It is the wind that holds your sleeves for you,
dancing out the plans of this life.
The melody is leisurely,
The performance is graceful under the maple tree,
The bird's nest is on the river island,
It's still the same river River,
Witness the sincere hand-holding.
Putting out lanterns on the river to carry your wishes to the boat,
Put that red leaf against your chest.
Listen to the music of the piano,
What does Butterfly Lovers want when they turn into butterflies?
After facing the wall for ten years,
Looking at each other and wanting to speak are still ashamed.
A moment of secret glance,
Like willows sprouting in early spring.
Admiration has an appointment,
The bright future of youth blooms.
The sound of the piano is lingering,
The singing voice is flamboyant.
Singing a song of lovesickness,
Performing the romance of realizing dreams.
After just one song,
The music is still full of meaning.
I can’t express my endless lovesickness,
I can only pick up the red leaves and stay together quietly.
Let that red leaf fly,
Let it fly to your desk.
Thousands of words can be embroidered into the jade silk,
A tree of plum blossoms is embroidered,
Turtle doves fluttering in the air.
After a long sleep,
I woke up to an empty fur next to me.
When you meet and regret later, you insist on traveling far away.
Under the tall maple tree,
I am alone in my sorrow.
Who knows this hatred? The only one is autumn.
Autumn is about to go away,
Have you boarded the return boat?
Know it or not,
I miss you endlessly day and night,
Don’t let Panjun grow old.
When the maple leaves burned the hills red,
I saw the head of Gui Fan's raft by the river.
Getting closer and closer,
It is really the ark of your return.
The spring breeze fills the face,
The joy of winning the laurels and the welcoming eyes.
Is it you? Is it me?
Expectation is the seed of change.
For a long time, for a long time -
Like Xieyi Three autumn days!