He said that the world is so beautiful,
But the moonlight is so desolate,
To pay homage to the youth that no longer exists,
Bury long-lost memories,
When the vast sea has turned into a mulberry field,
Things are different and people are different,
Where can I find your disappearing figure?
I can't touch your beautiful city, I can't catch your fleeting years,
Time passes little by little at the fingertips,
Fallen leaves are falling piece by piece on the trees,
under the moonlight,
Our music is plucked on the strings,
Let's recall the smiles like fireworks,
You said: "We want to be as beautiful as fireworks, and our smiles are as bright as moonlight!"
——Firework Laughter by Xia Jinmo