May You Be in the Warm Wind

I lay on the balcony, the evening breeze blew by, and I couldn't help but recall our little moments in my mind. In the hot summer, it's a girl's confession, it's a teenager's throbbing, it's just that you were still there when I was eighteen. Woman: "Xu Chen, I'm eighteen." Man: "I know." Woman: "Don't you... Express something?" Man: "What do you want to hear, little girl?" Woman: "Just tell me first." Man: "I like you." Man: "So... I want to marry you when it's legal." I'm waiting for the wind and I'm waiting for you... I've been waiting for you. "I want to bring a bouquet of gardenias to see you." "I want to marry you with a bouquet of red roses."