The dusty diary contains the persistence that has not been let go
Embracing loneliness and holding an umbrella, walking through the snowy world
The snowflakes turned into sadness and soaked the collar
Don't tell me, just pretend that the snow has never happened
The warmth of the black scarf still lingers on the skirt
That night, the back was bright
Heavy snow burns out love songs
It's been years since
Slow down day and night
Pick up few memories
I'm so happy, it should be you dimly outside the umbrella
Sigh lightly, it's not you clearly outside the umbrella
Intention: In the mulberry fields of Bozhou, burning ointment and following the sundial, galloping without stopping, warm a reunion.