The hyacinths are flying in the wind, and I don't know where they will land in the end.
The March breeze sways my willow branches
It's your gentle kiss on Shangchun's forehead
Whose Jiangnan is hazy, misty rain
The pure thoughts of you and me in the distance
The dream of finding each other is in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River
The hyacinths have just opened, like pure blue eyes
My tears flow and I look forward to them
My clothes are gentle in the wind
At the corner of the street, the green flute blows down the trees full of sadness
A few sparse bits of light green remain
Sadness flies to nowhere and falls one after another
Covering the shallow lake of your and my heart
The encounter was still in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River
The delicate fragrance of hyacinth lingers
My face is as smooth as fat
My cyanosis is thicker than mu
Smiling slightly and opening a peach-colored umbrella
You and I walk through this misty rain hand in hand
Walking through the sweetness of first acquaintance
The path that has always been paved
You and I are separated in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River
Hyacinths spread across Jiangbei
My eyebrows are as faint as the long black daisy of distant mountains
My sorrow is as heavy as bluestone
Holding hyacinth flowers in hand, wandering alone in the blue
Embrace the lonely thoughts in the wind
It's just a path with thick willow silk
I always feel lonely
The hyacinth drops one petal, one petal