Continue to sing at night and swing across.
Wait until the flowers are red and the willows are green again.
The sun shines, and the sun never stops talking.
Think deep, surging.
Collect green silk in the shade of poplar.
Where can I find the Golden Pavilion?
Meaning:
Every night is surprisingly long, and at night, there are melodious voices of boat ferry dancers. When the flowers bloom again, it is the day when we meet again. When I miss you deeply, my thoughts will surge. Under the shade of green willows, I brushed my hair clearly. Waiting for you, miss. Where are you hiding in the golden pavilion?