There is a small river in my heart. I'm on this side of the water, you're on the other side of the water.
You grab a handful of stars in the sky, scatter them across the embankment to the bottom of the river, rock a small bamboo horse, and squeak across the river and flow into my heart.
You see, the mountains are clear and the water is also clear - you hold my hand and walk along a narrow path, until you reach the point where your body is covered with white dew and frost, and the weeds are pale.