I don't see anyone diverting water from the Yangtze River
I don't expect anyone to make the river flow
Don't think about who blows the waves in the river
Never forget who dripped into the river
Walk quietly to the end
Can't find exit
Who can accompany me to the end
Take me away...
Under the sycamore tree, I look up at the phoenix and phoenix
In the misty lake and rain, I look at the mandarin ducks and ducks crazily
Look at the night sky and steal a little bit of hope
Intimate burial leaves a trace of sadness
The cold autumn wind blows the trees dry
My body is cold and I wish it would be cold sooner than my heart
A road with two rows of tree trunks
One road, two lines of tears
Tears have become frozen into rivers
glacier glance forgotten
The depth does not melt
Dry heart, hopeless, don't forget
Blank becomes illusion
Look at that tree withered and yellow
withered yellow dusk dim
Hope this heart is ashes
dust ash ashes light
disappear
Buried in the earth and buried...