You left quietly; From then on, the memory of the frozen wound covered with snow and ice in the cold winter. Wave your hand and don't take away a cloud. Let bygones be bygones Break free from the shackles of winter, and the flowers in full bloom are baptized by wind and rain; Wash away the world of mortals and fatigue, and show off the beauty and fragrance to the sun. You left quietly; I left quietly, and the flute blew the last scene for me. When the weather is fine; The green leaves on the branches are not as sad as the yellow leaves in autumn; Green is full of life and green is full of hope. When the weather is fine; The wind and sunshine have blown away the tender flowers. Petals and leaves are the flowers' faces and minds. Flowers in full bloom in the warm sunshine look forward to a bright tomorrow. When the weather is fine; Clear and transparent heart river, lingering, is the gorgeous face of peach blossom. When the weather is fine; You are a beautiful peach blossom in gentle waves, and I am a flowing river. You are beautiful, open and fragrant because of me, and I am no longer lonely because of you; My smile is the gorgeous face of your peach blossom.