I don't love flowers, I love grass!
Behind a piece of Gesang flowers
I love that bush of thatch that lives next to the water
Grow freely against the light
Facing the wind, also raise your proud head
Nameless, willingly to be the foil for flowers
In this Ten Continents Park
This is a small island in the river full of Gesang flowers
You are like a butterfly, flying around among the flowers
I am like a thatch, whenever and wherever I am
He Sheng, He Shi
You bloom in front and I sway in the back