You are the lingering love after sunset, the wind growing under the feet of passers-by, and the person I like.
I hope I like the wind, set off all kinds of waves in your place, and then go far away with you.
Three days later, the south wind blows on the treetops, and the world is full of cherry blossoms
Last night's wind brought a message, you are going through the mountains and rivers to me, better than all the distant tenderness.
The moonlight is beautiful tonight. Half of it slips into the dream and half of it becomes a worry.
Facing the sea, I stand into the sea, you float and sink in me.
May you accompany me with spring and autumn, with poetry and wine, and finally with white head.
I look back step by step, the mountain is my friend's eye, the willow is my slender hand, it's hard to walk step by step when I meet you.
I still like you very much, like the smoke curling up a few, Tangli fried snow and rain.
I want to have a son like you, so soon, another girl will be as lucky as me.
I make a wish to the starry sky. When I miss you, I won't feel sad again. From then on, all my dreams are like your smile.
In the moonlight, across the Milky Way night, running to you all the time.
I come from the north, cross the mountains and the sea, stop at your door.
Long river ferry people do not cross the situation, the most bitter, no more than people think of people, geese word back to take the dream of emaciation.