There was a beam of white moonlight in the young man's heart,
Even when I grow up, I still remember it.
It's so easy to look forward to the day when the moonlight can be touched,
But by some mistake, he missed the person he was waiting for.
A child's heart is like a mirror with still water and no ripples.
Freedom is a yoke of disguise that cannot be broken off,
Accept your fate and ask for nothing,
But as time went by, he found what he thought he would never get again.
When we meet, we plant a kind of love,
Falling in love but not knowing it,
Going round and round,
The red thread that should be connected is entangled into a knot that cannot be untied.