The night breeze blew gently
Ancient scrolls in dusty memories
Red sandalwood and agarwood listen to the dark night in the palace
A red candle adds warmth
I miss you with a smile on my face
Listen to your comments about the world
Even when my hair turns white, I still remember the fireflies dancing under the moon
Who carved the mulberry fields into lakes
Who painted the sun and moon into legends
Who has ever remembered waiting for and being attached to
I've been lonely, but I'm still obsessed with you
I'm not a puppet, afraid of indifference
I just want to travel through mountains and rivers with you
Believe in my promise in destiny
I am willing to carve the world with you