Zui Jiangnan
Dedicated to you, handsome Jiangnan
The misty rain and gray paintings of the ancient canal.
Before demolition, the old glazed tiles in Tang Chen Mingyuan Garden.
Western-style church fell to Chinese style.
In front of western priests, the traditional way of marriage has been changed.
On the cross street, I love your face at the moment when the wind blows across the cross.
This emotion has become a disease, a lonely butterfly, tumbling on a midsummer night.
Years go back, step back to your feet and watch acacia.
Facing the idol of Christ, prove that my piety has never changed.
The perverse little princess still lit a cigarette in the middle of the night.
Even listening to bad love songs can't save your enchanted feelings.
I hurt myself. I hope I betrayed you.
The city that never sleeps on Duanyang Festival is full of neon.
Lantern parade, gongs and drums painting, happy.
Climb high and look far, and lose your scenery, which is bleak and unremarkable.
Prosperous times, with vicissitudes of life, I am wishful thinking.
The sea of suffering is boundless, and the rotten wood is hard to cross, struggling for two days.
Sitting in Jiangnan, sad, Lacrimosa.