Your Millennium condenses into a beautiful morning cream;
My beloved,
It seems to sway in the distance.
I want to swim against the current,
But the road is hard and long!
I want to go downstream,
She seems to be in the middle of the vast ocean!
Lush reeds,
Your Millennium sets off the glory of the East;
My beloved,
It seems to snuggle up to the shore where the water plants are connected.
I want to swim against the current,
But the road is hard and rugged!
I want to go downstream,
She seems to be on a boulder in the water.
Picking reeds,
Your Millennium reflects the light of the morning sun;
My beloved,
It's like singing softly on the beautiful seashore.
I want to swim against the current,
But the road is difficult and tortuous!
I want to go downstream,
She seems to be on a sandbar in the water. ...