It's midsummer again; Meng Huaiyin, when will you come back? My little tree can already enjoy the shade. Do you still remember me? I miss you. Meng Huaiyin, I don't want to wait for you anymore. Why did you disappear without saying a word?
The leaves of the sycamore tree are falling, but my love for you has not changed. But now, my love for the sycamore tree is buried by me. I hope that one day you can discover it and wait for the love to be revealed.
Intention: It was you who first fell in love, and it will be you till we grow old together.