The wild orchids in the front yard quietly opened.
One, two, three.
Like tears falling from a meteor.
I stood quietly in the mud where I played.
Open the chapter of memory with missing.
Reading under a tree dyed green by the spring breeze
There is no ray of sunshine in the world more beautiful than the light of the three of us.
What you left me was the clouds of childhood/
Light up my way forward/
Warm my lonely heart/
Childhood is getting farther and farther away/
Only the eternal cloud/
Quietly perched in my clean soul/
When night comes/
Fireflies light up the simple countryside/
Caiyun began to turn into a dove/
Flying in the sky of missing and friendship