There are creeping grasses in the wild, and the dew is scattered. There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful.
We meet each other by chance, just as I wish. There are creeping grasses in the wild, and there is no dew.
There is a beautiful person, as graceful as clear air. We meet each other by chance, and we meet each other by chance.
She is like the purple iris that grows in the mist, covered with cool water vapor, and swaying in the clear water. Under the bright moonlight, she was wearing a plain dress, holding iris in her arms, standing on the bank of Qishui, smiling at me. The wind picked up her long hair and rolled up the corners of her clothes, but she still smiled quietly and called me: "Harrier." I thought I would ride the wind and run to her side to tuck the messy hair around her ears. From now on, there will be no separation.
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