The years are quiet and the flowers are falling;
Spring and autumn alternate, and the years fly by;
Young and frivolous, why affection;
Gradual destiny, memory ends...
Your reddish side face under the sunset...
The happiness on your face when you look at her…
The lonely figure folded on the wall...
Your determined back when you left...
The last tear on the pale face...
Qian Ling, your shadow is still lingering in my dreams.
Once,
I imagine countless scenes with you in my dreams;
Later,
I shed tears in countless dreams;
Now,
I completely died in my dream...
I miss you in tears;
I search for you in my memory;
I wrote down our story on the letter paper of the drift bottles. I hope these drift bottles will float to you along the stream. I just want you to know,
I will always be waiting for you,
I will always love you...