Across the mountains and rivers, you are the hometown I can't go back to. You sit with me and look at the two sides of time.
The peach blossoms are in full bloom there, and the sky is filled with gorgeous red clouds. You smile lightly and calmly, but I am still watching here, and the fallen flowers are like rain, which proves that I am like a Buddha holding flowers and smiling clearly. Love is so prosperous and so lonely.