I traveled to Jiangnan
The face that waits for the season blooms and falls like a lotus...
If the east wind does not come, the catkins in March will not fly
Your heart is like a small lonely city
The streets just like bluestone look towards the evening
The tillers are silent, the spring curtain of March is not lifted
The little window in your heart is tightly closed
My dada's horse hoof is a beautiful mistake
I am not a returnee, I am a passerby...
--------------------------------Error/Zheng Chouyu