The water surface is dotted with silver light, peaceful and quiet, with only the gentle breeze causing ripples. The silver light passes through the gaps between the trees, and the tree shadows on the ground are mottled. I follow your footsteps, walking through the mottled tree shadows, and blowing After a little silver light, I want to be closer to you, even closer.
Because you are far away, I will chase your footsteps thousands of miles away, and sacrifice your footsteps the most to bring me closer to you.
When the hot light shines on me, I will follow your footsteps without hesitation, from sunrise to sunset, from spring to autumn.
When the gentle sunset shines on the table, the dawn of victory is ahead. I choose to follow your footsteps and pursue that beam of light.
Freedom comes and goes, and people who meet may not meet again. I follow my memory and follow your footsteps.