Who can guide me through the fog of confusion,
Ask your fairy finger flower in summer,
Why are you lonely on the windowsill?
When a hundred flowers blossom,
You only have a pot full of jade and green;
When there is a storm at night,
Your silent feelings;
When the sun shines violently,
You contain the patience of desert cactus;
My heart has sprouted several times,
Confused by the sea of flowers rolling like red dust.
My westbound road leads to winter,
Bad environment,
Only the rustling snowflakes came,
When you point to the flowers,
Not a lonely windowsill,
When it is in full bloom, it is full of pink.
Fairy refers to flowers,
Your hand twisted lotus, guiding my hope of spring;
Fairy refers to flowers,
You told me that every practitioner,
Have to walk through the flashy world without disguise;
Fairy refers to flowers,
You told me to let go,
Wherever you go, the green of life will never fade;
Fairy refers to flowers,
You told me that if you practice as before, you will get positive results.
Even unbearable loneliness will not change;
Fairy refers to flowers,
I really found that when the flowers bloom,
You lean against the snowy windowsill to welcome spring,
It's fascinating.