Wood seeds, wood seeds, where is home?
The spring breeze comes year after year, but Muzi cannot find her destination.
Maybe she has ambitions in all directions and is not suitable for settling down.
How could she be obsessed with him, whom she barely saw once a month or not even once at all?
Wood seeds, wood seeds, quickly find a good soil and plant yourself there
No, no, mom, Muzi thinks this is just right, not too far, not too close
But
The slow love of Muzi will eventually fall to the ground