The setting sun and the sparse forest,
The oriole leaves the tree.
The shy Chu Chuqiao,
The ancient road is full of love.
I have become accustomed to the dark sky, and my black eyes can no longer remember the outline of dawn.
Just remember.
I stand at the head of the bridge, you stand on the street, I want to penetrate the darkness, but you can't relieve my worries!
In this life's night, when will dawn come! At that time, when the drizzle is like silk and the green bamboos are swaying, will you still stand on the street, holding a green umbrella in your hand, your willow skirt fluttering; your eyes are light, and I smile lightly!
Shh! Mo Yan said nothing, startling the birds on the branches.