I have always had a dream,
In the ancient alleys of Jiangnan Water Town,
I have my own shop,
A house with blue bricks and plain tiles,
wooden doors and windows,
On the carved wood counter,
There are some black jars scattered here and there,
Where the sun shines under the window,
Sitting leisurely on a wicker chair,
Shaking and watching the gurgling water in the distance,
The waves sparkle in the sun,
Such a life, so wonderful.