On the green mountain, drink the wind and fire of the bamboo forest, and drink the drunken years...
If the meeting of two people is at the cost of your and my life becoming a tragedy; if your departure is to punish me for not loving you when you love me, then you succeeded; can you give me a chance to meet you next time, and stop being sad...
The wind on the green hills is getting warmer again. I want to take the spring breeze to see you. You will wait on the water of the South China Sea, just like at the beginning, holding my hand and singing a soft song. With the fluorescent lights, the wind entwines the shadows of flowers on the soles of my feet, accompanying you and me affectionately for the rest of my life...