Last night, a voice passed through the winter fog.
Tell me in the old ferry,
Someone reserved a spring flower for me.
My passion awakes from hibernation.
Looking back at the corner of time,
The dream outside the dream still exists.
Don't ask again,
Who is waiting for the lights on that corner?
Will a better tomorrow be covered by disappointment?
If your dream is quiet,
I believe there will be surprise arrangements for the future.
Waved farewell to the stage of the one-man show.
I have returned with the spring breeze.
I really want to paddle the canoe in April.
Watching peach blossoms bloom side by side with you.
Who wants to be a floating dust?
Who wants to cast black and white colors on each other's figures?
As long as you are feeling at first sight,
In the spring breeze, we must be able to get drunk.
If thoughts are also a flower,
My world has long been a vast sea of flowers.
This life, I would like to take the pilgrimage,
Give you the most affectionate confession every day.
Meet you, is the most gentle treat.
Today, I will wait for you to hold my hand.
Listen to your whisper in my ear:
"Actually, I've been there. I never left!"