In spring, all hearts are full of tenderness.
This is the first drop of spring, crisp,
Throbbing, like a kingfisher's feather scratching its heart,
This is the first snowflake in winter, white and bright.
Pure, like the water in autumn and spring washing my insides.
Lively, like the green leaves of phoenix tree, stretching in the sun,
Instantly, stationed in warm eyes.
White clouds cross mountains and bright moons cross rivers.
Holding hands after a long separation, embracing without distractions,
Open and honest, just like the night will eventually usher in the dawn,
Autumn will be fruitful and fragrant.
The first rain, a infiltration,
Stones will bloom, dead trees will sprout,
All the past is worth recalling,
A Zhan Yan, a lip, magical waiting time.
I seem to know you, and the years are integrated.
Nodding your head and lowering your eyebrows is like returning to an old friend.
All the scenery and this moment are yours,
All eyes or horizons are you.