The distant wooden building whispers
When I looked back, I saw a carved wooden door.
Too far away to speak, unable to complain
Northern black kite, eastern Chinese celery
From the vast mountains and rivers, where to return?
If there is no legend of crying on the shore in this life
When we meet again, the fish and dragon are still dancing, the moon in the pot turns into blue and white
Stay together for a long time, I would rather spare the youth of a lifetime...