In the season when lilacs are in full bloom, we meet in the rainy lane. The drizzle is transparent and long. The troubles of lilacs are beautiful and fragrant. An oil-paper umbrella opens up classical poetry and romance. The smooth bluestone reflects the grace and lingering of Jiangnan. At that time, I really wanted to accompany you through the long rainy lane and life, because I believe that there will be a dreamy purple moon hanging in the rainy lane and at the end of life.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? How I want to leave you in the quiet purple moon starry sky. Keep your voice, your breath and all the warm memories you left me. In the dark, I seem to have accepted your guidance. I always approach you silently in my own way. I am in the pasture of my soul, song for you, and I pray for you in the deepest part of my soul.
Tonight, through the blooming lilacs, I quietly stare at the moon, and the moonlight sheds the fragrance of lilacs. At this moment, under the beautiful purple moon starry sky, have you fallen asleep in a distant city? In the dead of night, I wander alone in a small room full of lilacs. The drooping curtains are full of my wandering sadness and loneliness. The song we often listened to when I was with you, but now I always listen to it again and again when I am lonely. The deep voice is both sad and beautiful to sing.
In the fading song, I seem to see your fading back and the rainy season disappearing into the depths of the alley. In my affectionate call to you, the purple moon starry sky is a symbol of missing. My eyes have been illuminated by starlight, and my mood is flying. I really want to sneak across the sky with a bright meteor. Did you see that falling meteor? That's my deep attachment to you.
The petals of lilacs are falling in the cold evening wind. While I was asleep, your name floated out of my mouth.