The wind is sticky here
Clinging to the thoughts of passers-by
When the rain comes here, it becomes tangled up in threads
Haunting us to miss the world
Being with you is fate
Fate is written on the Three Holy Stones
Love is one thousandth sweet
I would rather be buried here
circle circle circle circle
Me every day, every year
Look deeply into your face
angry tenderness
Complaining gentle face
We who don't understand love, hate, sorrow and torment
They all think that falling in love is like the fickle changes of the wind and clouds
Believe that one day of love is worth eternity
Time is frozen at this moment
We who don't know how to show tenderness
I thought that committing suicide for love was just an old rumor
How painful can separation sorrow be? How deep is the pain?
When the dream is buried in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River
It takes a broken heart to understand
——"Jiangnan"