The road is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. Clear away a dream, looking back with heartbreak. For your sake, you have pity on your old friend. A foreign country is your hometown. I often recall that you are tall and handsome, and I miss you so much that you are sonorous. The sound of the long sword rustling, timidly lovesickness. Cut the candle together with you, hold hands and go to Qinglian. The water in my heart is like an ancient well, and I share my joy and sorrow with it.