The attic leans against the window.
Your shadow goes far away and disappears in the setting sun.
Summer cicadas sing softly.
I have to look for your old smile in this whisper.
Under the oiled paper umbrella, Graceful posture
Pure smiling face
Rooted in my mind over and over again
The words on the arch bridge are happy in the air
The vows of love go straight into the sky
I don't know if that afternoon dusk
was you accidentally passing by or intentionally meeting
through the window to talk, lingering still
with your fingers entwined, and you really loved it
. Look at the weeping willows on both sides of the strait
going away one by one
in the dim light of the setting sun
like a bride to be married
reciting poems, Playing the guzheng
the sound and feelings are filled with the sky at the foot of the flowing water
Is that meteor your burning love
Galloping towards me with a long tail
I feel my body getting lighter and lighter
I'm stepping on the void in the illusion. The steps
meet in the night sky of the water town
From then on, our figure will be frozen forever. Dear heart, empty night
Empty eyes with glittering and translucent tears
Meteors still across the water town
Is there still a piano in the smoke wave
Is there still a love story in the smoke wave?