It's my dream to turn into a tail fish.
It's my dream to glide in Zhuangzi and Keiko.
Who knows how happy I am.
Sai Ren's charming love songs surge with countless emeralds.
I don't have to plug my ears with wax like Odysseus.
I'm treading in the crevices of the rocks. Going upstream
Wandering in the salty sea
The sky is wider than the ocean
It's the fantasy of swimming fish to grow wings
Three thousand miles of water waves in Wan Li
Overlooking the boundless sky
Tagore said that fish to birds
is the farthest distance in the world
There are rainbows and broken storm clouds in the sky. Singing in lightning
My mind can't hold the whole piece of blue
Fold it into a hyacinthus orientalis with melancholy and sadness
Put purple wings on the swimming fish
Fly the butterfly from Zhuang Zhou's hand
Meet me, what a reverie ...
Give me a piece of scales, and a fish tank
Hit the water on both sides to trace back to the ancient mulberry fields.