In the lingering fragrance of Qiqing, Shengli seemed to see an old friend from ten years ago again...
Among the pear blossoms in the pale moon, a young man runs towards me with a smile... And in the deep green pool, a young man with long hair flying...
Ten years have been like a dream, looking back on old friends is rare...
What night is this? Look at the green hills that are not old, the bright moon is like eyebrows, and the clear light is like the past!