Do you know when "you" is no longer the "you" in my memory?
The infatuation never ends, love is endless even when I hate it
I step into the country, the country is in my hands
I laugh at the world of mortals, the world of mortals is in the small building
The wind blows and the water flows back
Clouds are my heart boat
When the gentle breeze ripples across the water, you can tell.
Who do I love you like...