Waiting for you in the rain, making rainbows in the rain, on the blue bridge, on the bridge of blue dreams.
Cicadas sink, frogs rise, weeping willows dance lightly, and clouds swim.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame, and the hongxia in the rain is like colorful silks and satins, on the blue bridge.
It makes no difference whether you come or not, but I think it makes no difference whether you come or not, just that.
Every lotus is like you and every cloud is like you.
Especially through dusk, through such a drizzle, especially through Cangshan, it depends on such a blue bridge.
Eternity, instant, instant, eternal instant, beauty, beauty, instant.
Waiting for you, is it in time? Waiting for you in time, in time and space.
Waiting for you, in an instant, waiting for you in eternity, in an instant, is also beautiful.
If your hand is in mine, if your head rests on my shoulder at this moment, at this moment.
If your pure fragrance, if your gentle words
In my nostrils, I will say, little lover is in my ears, and I will say, dear.
No, this hand should pick lotus flowers. Looking at the Wu Palace, the bridge should admire the clouds and let the wind blow.
This hand should be on the bridge.
Shake a cinnamon pulp, pick up a flute in Mulan's boat, and the wonderful sound blows everywhere.
A star hangs on the cornice of the Science Museum, and a crescent moon is reflected on the quiet river.
The eardrop hangs and rocks like a boat.
The Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come. The cicada is late, and suddenly you come.
Red-violet after the rain, dancing, you came to Xia Hong in the night, Youyou, you came.
Like a poem, like a beautiful song.
You come from a love story, and you come from the bridge of love.
From Jiang Baishi's words, you come rhythmically, and from Ruoyue's poems, you come gracefully.