Looking back, the buckwheat is green. His temples are also green.
Wen Xianlou, even though I have forgotten many things, I still remember you and my love for you.
Liang Lin'an, since you are already dying, why bother saying these things to make me sad.
I think if I don't say it now, I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future.
After crossing Naihe Bridge and drinking Meng Po soup, I can no longer think of you.
I think of the days when you and I were dressed in blue and white, smiling at the glory days.
I'm afraid that I will lose even the right to remember.