Put out the fireworks,
Whose house did Qiangdi pass by?
Time has passed,
White and blue hair,
Remember watching flowers that year?
now
I wandered alone and forgot Sichuan. ...
Idiot dreams,
Dream of crossing Huangsha, Wan Li,
Except for her,
No worries;
Idiot dreams,
Dreams turn to 3 thousand stupas,
Miss her,
It will not change in the end.
When I woke up,
Seeing her,
Sitting by the river,
Made tea,
When I arrived,
Holding hands,
Wait for a peach blossom.