The light boat embraces the moon, and the singer does not speak;
The sword of love is in the rivers and lakes, and they help each other;
In an era when feuds, resentments, and rivers and lakes emerge one after another, love is just faint, like the fisherman's song that lingered in my ears when I fell asleep last night... It accompanies every season, making people's hearts beat, but I don't know where to find it.
Vaguely like words, just listen to me slowly speaking, that rivers and lakes...