Whose heart is it, wandering unscrupulously in Gaopo Chaliangzi?
White clouds in the blue sky dance rhythmically.
Dancing girl, your heart
All the waiting is no longer waiting. Birds are chasing passers-by from other places on the high slope.
It's that girl's basket.
Counting how light sandy's hands are.
With a flick of a finger, it is the eternal sound of the piano, which makes the tender tea intoxicated and intoxicated at your waist.
A high slope under the blue sky
Folk songs spread all over the land of Qing Yu with the wind.
The dreams of foreign tourists are only contained in that pot of tea.
Who knows?
The handsome boy's heart can't help but gather at the fingertips of the tea-picking girl.
Happiness is in front of your sweet smile.
Pour tea and water.
Like a soul from other places, it is stronger than unspeakable affection.
The ronin's footsteps are getting heavier and heavier.
A person who has never been tied down in his life accidentally fell in love with the girl who picked tea here, your finger tip.
You said that the love story in this life will never change.
Someone will sincerely say thank you, thank you for your gentleness.
It is you who embrace his pain and take his heart into tomorrow's storm.
Contain a tender leaf
Qingshan tea is full of bamboo baskets.
The clouds in the sky are wandering leisurely.
The wind tugged at my sleeve.
When I ask you what you want, don't tell me not to move.
The spring breeze blows, but you have to ask where my home is.
It is foolish of you to cling to the future.
I said that the wanderer's home will not be in the sky, but his home is in my heart.
Don't ask me where I'm going with a piece of tea in this land.
Even if I cross the ocean
I will definitely come back to see you when I come back.
Your words are ringing in my ears.
You let people from other places indulge in the warm tea garden in Qing Yu.
Looking at the vast sky
So much, so much, happiness is the joy of staying in your smile.