My son is thinking about me, and my clothes are crossing the water. If you don't think about yourself, how can there be no others? Crazy child is also crazy!
My son is thinking of me, and my clothes are flowing through the river. If the son does not think about himself, how can he not have others? Crazy child is also crazy!
I want him to wear his turban, lest it wet his feet. A song of Zheng Feng leads to a love affair and a lifetime of love and hate. The beauty of the country, the grudges and hatreds, right and wrong, the gains and losses of honor and disgrace, think carefully, what to choose and what to give up?