Rain in Peach Blossom Season

Unable to see through the ways of the world, my heart is a tangled mess.

On Tomb-Sweeping Day, you should give me a peach blossom.

Rain falls in a ceaseless torrent,

leaving puddles on the stone stele.

Play a tune about laughing in old age...

Yi Zirong, have you ever loved me?

You know I don't love myself.

You haven't changed at all...