Dreams fall into the clear spirit,
Falling catkins are like snow.
At the sight of brilliance,
Reincarnation for thousands of years.
How much time passes by like water,
Tears and speechlessness,
Ren Xiaoyao.
Share tea with friends,
Lying down with the piano and flowers.
Look at the worldly road with a smile,
Wave your hands to the end of the world.
The west wind has happened several times,
Blowing dreams now and in the past.
Holding hands and getting drunk,
Tie the bond of eternal life.