Yuxiang
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
As if wandering in the leisurely.
Lonely rain lane,
Hope to meet.
One sample at a time.
A sad aunt.
She does.
Lilacs have the same color,
Fragrance is the same as Ding Xiang.
Ding Xiang is a kind of sadness,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and resentment seem awkward;
She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Momo is gone,
Cold desert, sad and clear, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again
Too much eye light,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad as a dream.
Like floating in a dream
A fragrant land,
I passed this woman by;
She is quiet and far away.