At first glance, your figure is flowing with the wind and looks like a god or an immortal.
Lifting my eyes, I see your exquisite beauty, as beautiful as flowers and clouds.
Staring at your narrow phoenix eyes, the rain and mist that reminds you of true things and forgets them.
You, the one with unparalleled magnificence, who robs the world of glory, why are you secretly sad in this haze of red plum blossoms? The sound of white jade slowly conveys the desolation of despair.
Seeing you like this, my heart aches for you, the first time I've met, and I can't help but walk towards you.
But why, you smiled at me, opened your arms, and whispered in my ear: "Yue, I will never let go again."