A white bird, like a ray of light, flew to Qingshi Road.
Its voice is like a song, free and clear.
It walks briskly and jumps like a fly on the road.
I came and met Bai Niao.
It stopped at the same time as me.
Look at each other. One minute.
Dialogue. Silence.
There is no fear of each other, only love.
For a moment, it's like talking for a lifetime.