Actually, there is nothing
So worried
I promise you, after the fog clears
I'll set off
Passing through the fields full of new tea and acacia trees
After the trail I know
The road ahead will pass through slopes covered with miscanthus.
Straight to the top, just like I know
Life must go from abundance to decay
So if I'm on this foggy corner
Hesitate a little or write occasionally
poems about love
Actually, there's nothing to worry about
There are some invitations in life that you shouldn't forget
I have already promised you, just wait
Just wait until this fog clears
－－－Xi Murong