The bullet breaks Zhuang Zhou's dream, and his wings ride the east wind.
The broken shadows of pity wander alone outside the world of mortals; I wish my heart to be with you, but I don't know whether you will follow me or not?
I am willing to fly to the sky and travel with you in all my life!
Slowly go through life, I hope you will live up to me, love is a dream of good times.
The small window is idle, holding a lantern to swim around, the curtains are heavy, and the lovesickness and dreams are not locked.