A man had a sweet dream in the middle of the night, dreaming of his beloved girl, got up and wandered around, came to the window of the girl's boudoir, and serenaded love under the breeze and bright starlight. He sang: the wind wanders and gets lost, the golden incense and the woody incense are like dreams, and the nightingale stops complaining. If I die in your arms, I will be as lovely and sweet as you. Ah, I was knocked down by your love. I couldn't help myself. Pick me up and let the raindrops of your love drop on my cold and pale face. My heart is beating faster. Let it close to your heart. That's where it finally broke.