Elf (Author: Cheng Ping)

Deep in memory,

There's a blue dream,

Then I fell in love with you,

Just because it can't be erased,

There is endless reverie,

Yes, that's the river.

The knot in my heart,

Gentle and shy water,

As if shallow,

A few first shades of Fang Fei,

Singing leisurely in the reeds,

Ah, too long dead leaves;

It was as if the sky had faded into a mottled mural,

Oh, the chill whizzed, there was a wind passing by;

A group of elves who dare to fight in the sky,

Crossing a myth of earth and heaven,

Flying arcs,

Dashing and unrestrained,

Listen, there are beautiful notes not far away.