Floating melodiously
Freedom, no fixed abode.
Love used to be so beautiful, especially desirable.
The passing water is sad, and it passed in a blink of an eye.
I want to be a bird.
Fly over the ocean.
Fly over Mount Everest.
Fly over the Amazon coast.
Is about to fly into the distance.
I want to be the rising sun.
Shine on the vast land.
Warm every broken heart.
Let the world no longer be indifferent.
Let the ice melt.
Let the pain go away.
I want to be a good horse.
Pentium Wan Li.
Enjoy the warmth of spring.
Enjoy shallow grass, carefree, no horseshoes.
People who appreciate the grassland are mighty and magnificent.
Flowers are in full bloom and birds are singing.
I would like to be the breeze.
Traces of shaking willow trees
Dance and charming youth.