If I were a snowflake, flying in the air,
I must know my direction clearly-fly, fly, fly,
This land has my direction. Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills, and don't go to the deserted streets to be disappointed-
Fly, fly, fly-you see, I have a direction!
Juanjuan danced in the air and recognized the quiet residence.
Waiting for her to visit the garden-fly, fly, fly,
-Ah, she smells like vermilion plums! At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying, clutching her skirt, close to her gentle heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-melt into her gentle heart.
Dai Wangshu in Yuxiang
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long and lonely rain lane, hoping to meet.
A girl with a lilac knot. She has the color of lilacs,
Lilac fragrance, lilac sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation;
She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me, like me.
Walking silently, indifferent, sad and melancholy. She approached quietly,
She breathed a dreamy sigh of relief,
As sad and confused as a dream. Like a lilac garden in a dream,
I passed this girl by; She walked away silently, far away, towards the crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded and her fragrance dispersed.
Dissipate, even her sighing eyes and lilac melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past.
A girl with a lilac knot.
The Secret of Epiphyllum Xi Murong
always
The morning after withering
You will walk through
I will know last night.
Right outside your window.
I used to be
How beautiful and
What a lonely flower
I only love myself.
Only then did I know.
What did you miss last night?
What a bright moon!