When we get old,
White hair,
Wrinkles and rosy cheeks,
You and I bend over,
Sitting in front of the old house,
Looking at the long Lin Yuan in the mountains,
Sunset reddened Shan Lan,
Xia Guang will dress up charming and radiant in the evening.
Snuggle up to each other,
Whispering to each other,
Recalling the colorful past,
Past love,
Still wandering here,
Forever, ever,
Until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble!
wait for
I've been waiting quietly,
Waiting for the spring breeze to cut off March,
Waiting for you to float with the spring breeze,
Missing silently,
Wandering patiently,
Looking at the green plants,
Appreciate pink and white pears,
At that familiar intersection,
Looking for your warm feeling,
A winding road,
There are still years of dust on the journey.
In the future,
I still wait silently,
Looking at the scenery along the way,
Holding hands with you in the world of mortals,
Walking through the snowy mountains and grasslands,
Run to another spring!