There is a girl who is ten, seventeen or eighteen
Long hair and big eyes
Lively and lovely and delicate
Jiao, delicate
A flower under the Wulong Mountain
How many lovers have been fascinated by her
How many lovers have fallen for her
I wonder if she has a man by her side
I wonder who will be the one who will be the flower when it falls
I will talk to her, saying that I don't know when it will fall.