Slip past with girlish tenderness
The love of a village
Gather here
The sky is empty.
The water mill in the moonlight is so cool.
Silent stone
Awaken by the lamp lit by my sister.
My sister has a spoon in one hand and a handle in the other.
Combine soybeans with faint feelings in your heart.
Filling mill
Time passes in the water mill.
Pour out the white pulp.
The ancient Shuimo Qiang Village
Living by the water with Shi Lei's family.
In the mountains.
Full of tinkling moonlight
There is no better dream than soybean.
Nothing is more desirable than running water.
When dawn comes from the mountain pass,
I'm waiting for you, brother.
When your affectionate bittern is in my heart.
Sister, my heart will.
Just like this tofu pudding
Full of affectionate flowers.