I held your little hand, and it was as warm as ice
What melted in my hand... was the only me you once existed
< p>Your coldness cannot melt my heat. You use your jade to express your unique longing in the world, longing for youYour coldness, the coldness of loneliness, Stay with me
You know, my coldness comes from the attachment of distant mountains
Who is wrong or missing...
The mountains and plains are full of Spring flowers are waiting to be released.
If they cannot be welcomed, the old owner of the cold plums will still be alive in the spring breeze.