Golden osmanthus, white pear blossoms, a small courtyard filled with elegant fragrance,
Maybe it's a scene in a dream, maybe it's an ideal in your heart,
Whether it was the original repayment of gratitude or the current hostility,
Whether it's the love songs of the past or the forgotten love now,
My heart beats, only for you.
With your hot eyes and stubborn eyes, you are irreplaceable.
Maybe he's not good at expressing himself, maybe he's too disguised.
Whether it was the cruelty back then or the entanglement now,
Whether it's the love songs of the past or the forgotten love now,
I only hope you can understand.