The wind blows through the branches and shakes the snow falling. I cook my heart with a small fire. I raise my sleeves and splash a piece of paper with thick ink of the years, writing about my whole life and playing the harp.
The snow is falling outside the window, the book in my hand is lightly closed, holding the moonlight and looking back to you, with soft waves in my heart.
I pick up the lights of the world and tell my lovesickness. I am confused and say to Zicheng that I am lucky to have you by my side.
Throughout my life, I have been traveling around the world, and you are the only one who understands the wind, frost, snow and rain best. You always use your soft words and smiles, and your beautiful eyes and brows together to capture all the glory.
The cloud paper contains a lot of emotion, but I still remember that the peach blossoms are full of fragrance and my clothes are full of fragrance. I just wait for my return and grow old together with thousands of branches in the scenery.
