I think you are the Star River into the sea, is the distant moonlight reflect my heart.
You go back and forth between spring and summer and autumn and winter, I wait alone between the mountains and rivers.
Peach blossom smile spring breeze, again hard to find, where to stay, where to get together.
How can a bloody painting rival a little cinnabar between your eyebrows, which covers the whole world? It's still nothing but prosperity.
Once the oath, already light clouds, who is still in front of the lamp looking forward to my return?
As the river flows and the stars twinkle, you walk along the green lotus, and the flowers open and close.
There is no umbrella man across the bank.
Begin to miss, that once held in the hands of the desolate years, as well as that piece of brilliant River and lake.
There are thousands of tender feelings in your eyes, such as the pulse of spring wind, ice and snow melt.
If you don't love each other, you'd better not love each other. If you don't fall in love, you'd better not meet.
The wind will help you miss the distance, bring you the most important person.
The other shore flower, born in the wild, grows in the corner. Flowers bloom without leaves, flowers fall and people die.
Who asked, a blue lamp without color, the mountains and rivers far, fireworks in the world, no one is you, no one is not you.
Long Street long, fireworks numerous, you light back to see, short Pavilion short, red dust rolling, I put Xiao sigh again.