Blooming in the windy season,
Mixed with sad colors,
And large areas of white.
The night is deep and swaying,
This is a dream song,
Give you the most beautiful flower language.
Condense the throb of youth,
Become a childlike note.
With a little chalk,
Carve her in a flower heart dream.
Say nothing,
Leaves fall ten million meters.
Clear and faint,
The grass is full of colors.
Time?
Who will find out?
Fade your face.
Shining dew,
Rolling down from the edge of the flower,
With the sunshine,
And the flowers of fig trees.
For whom does the water flow,
Gathered countless sorrows.
It's the purple of phoenix tree,
Deprived you of happiness.
In the fast-flowing river,
A song about time.
Qian Qian Feiyu,
Turn into a butterfly.
What the playboy wants,
It's the Nine Days Galaxy!