It comes like a spring dream, but it goes away like a morning cloud with nowhere to go.
In the early morning in Suzhou City, the woman in spring clothes came on a boat and played the flute. It seemed like a spring dream, beautiful and mysterious.
When they met again, her appearance changed drastically, but the jade flute in her hand was still the same as before.
Spring is rushing, and the people in green shirts on the ferry are like a spring dream, coming and going without a trace.