"How's the journey to the south? I asked Huahua and said nothing. Sooner or later we have to go back together. I hate Wushuang Cuiyu."
I am illiterate, but now I am imitating them and feeling sad... The country I think about day and night is gone now. Are you, the one I trust so much, still the same old person?
The sunset and the scent of locust trees, I walk along your wall, getting longer and longer.
Once upon a time, you and I were watching the stars and moonlight in the courtyard in the evening breeze.
You go and guard the beautiful mountains and rivers, while I sit and walk all day thinking about you.
You said you would take me back to Huanan, sit on the porch and reminisce about our marriage. I believe your vows, and the eyes I look at you are half infatuated and half expecting...
Why did you send me away alone and turn my country into a prison that I never want to step into...