Wang Wang's eyes are full of tears, and the water in the world turns around.
The beautiful smile shook my soul, and since then my life has not been wasted.
Juanjuan's red lips have been lonely for thousands of years, only for her mysterious brother.
I am at the head of the stream, looking at the vast mountains and rivers, and I know my sadness.
Love is like a sad wind, like an orchid that opens to the sky, stretching out my hands,
You don't regret losing control of your feelings and enthusiasm.
Never forget to be with you, tears keep flowing,
What about staying away from the vicissitudes of life? Love is in Xiang Tiange today.
(2)
The afterglow shines in Xin 'an, and the river is red and full of sadness.
The combination of light and shadow and the separation of snuggling are all loneliness.
Only by stealing tears did I know that I was deeply in love and that rice wine was drunk.
Don't envy teenagers, whose feelings are as thick as late autumn and whose shadows are mottled.
Negative life and love, gurgling streams, quiet green hills.
Look at each other's eyes, painful and happy, on and off.
Thinking of my brother is like fire. I know that my brother is crying. I rode to the head of the stream.
Endless meaning, faint feelings, dreams like delusion, hugs like fire.
(3)
Looking at the distant sky, I am worried about infinite loneliness, full of eyes and love as clear water.
Watching the flowers bloom, picking them unintentionally, missing them, Juanjuan is the most beautiful in my brother's heart.
Love is like a thread, and I dream back to the balcony in the moonlight all night.
I look forward to hugging you, kissing you deeply, and crackling to melt you and me.
For a long time, I hesitated and silently bowed my head, leaving the rain cold and looking forward to Juanjuan's love every night.
No noise, no waves, no old willow, no time to sleep with you.