If there was no you in the beginning, I will be where, the cold wind blowing, pear blossom rain, to find once that you,
Thinking of you the kind of heart drop by drop falling tears, dreaming of you is too flattering, so I want to drink to forget the phase of water,
I thought I could forget, all the ruthless departure, and ultimately in exchange for a micro-collection of joy, so that I'm here to cry,
A person I'm in the I remember we loved each other
Lastly, I wrote a poem to seal the mountain.