Turn your hands to become clouds Turn your hands to become rain
Washing hands in a golden basin to stop wind and rain
Not in love with the world of mortals, but hard to let go of memories
You are there in every paragraph
We first met when we were young, always in my heart
Your affection has not diminished over the years
How can it be compared to the picturesque scenery of mountains and rivers?
The scenery you gave me