Yu Xiuhua's "Maybe It's Not About Love" is indeed about love
Come on, make me your wife, otherwise I'll be sorry for meeting you in the mighty spring breeze.
My wild pigeon, you bring peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and cannonballs in your mouth
I prepared wine, prepared betrayal, and betrayed my determination to never return.
Can you let me seek death on you? Your body is still so clean
There is no crystal coffin
We have a common lover: nothingness, passage, the red fox in the midnight
We are androgynous, you sometimes rub me with your woman's body
I occasionally use the arrogance of a man to knock you down
This kind of game is only between you and me, not very fun
Let's go, let's go to the back mountain to have a big job and put a spring flower
All ashamed
As for my escape in my previous life, I deeply apologize.
It slipped out of your net, and now I am still a salty fish
If you don't come and stir me up, I'll pretend to be dead for this spring to see.
You like wheat, rice, moonlight, things that can feed people
I just drank the wine brewed by tares
I was relegated to this round of human life by you, this strange wife
Intention: I love, I desire, it's all you, only you