The evening wind gently caresses the lotus in the ten miles,

The fragrance is filled with intoxicating and lingering.

That day and night, I'll make lovesick

The flowers rippled with tears.

The past is still the same as the wind.

It is hard to keep quiet and obsessed with.

The song ends with people scattered and the mountains and rivers are silent,

A few feet of worldly world left a sigh.

Love and dreams are tied to each other,

The joys and sorrows of strange roads are speechless.

Talk and ask the heavens with a smile,

Whoever understands the charm will fulfill his wish...
Chapter completed!