Lyrics of "Looking at the Spring Breeze" in Mother-in-law.

Looking at the spring breeze without companions all night, the breeze blew through the street under the first lamp. I'm seventeen or eighteen, unmarried. I think the juvenile home is really beautiful and white. Whose child wants to miss the surprise? Who says it's hard for a woman to guess that she owes someone love flowers? She needs to pick the cutest flowers and sell them herself. Why not let the cordate telosma go? A song from cordate telosma? I'm song for you. Song gave it to you, and I thought cordate telosma would give it to you.