The youth that cannot be returned, the bamboo horse that cannot be found, the city of Guiyang that dreams back to at midnight; you will never have the chance to affectionately perform the "Song of Brewing Sea" that you have long known by heart at your own wedding, and you will never be his bride, your young man who plays the flute. The road is long and far away, I will search up and down.
It's time to say goodbye to the past and hello to the future.
Best wishes to you, Miss Cheng, and best wishes to you, Mr. Tang. I wish you a happy marriage.