Rhododendron, rhododendron, swaying for a lifetime.
We grow up together, in that vast sea of flowers, your smile will be remembered forever.
Parting with sadness, meeting with tears; when everything has settled and the past is gone, can you and I still join hands and spend this life together?
The setting sun is like blood. Whose clothes have been dyed red by the cuckoo? Are you by my side now?
Even if it is sad.