I used a thousand years of my previous life
One thousand years of this life
Turn into a clear spring
Want to be wet--
Your heart has long dried up
I spent five hundred years in heaven
Five Hundred Years of Hell
turn into a willow tree
Waiting at--
Every intersection you have to pass
wherever you walk through the forest
Still passing through the mountains
I will always turn into a cloud
Cover the thorns of loving you
Waiting for you--
on the next sunny day