The man I miss lives on the south side of the sea
And I'm on the north side of the sea.
I was on a mountain ridge in the open sea, but he was under a bridge near the sea.
I was logging in the mountains and he was fishing in the sea.
The sun shines obliquely on the pine peaks, and the weary birds cry out for sleep.
I cut down the tree in the light, put it under the eaves, and looked for the wind from the sea.
Sideways to the south of the mountain, the bright moon is full of stars.
Sorrow and hatred.
The mountains and rivers are far away, the tears are ringing, the thoughts are flying, and the helplessness is suddenly until dawn.
(In fact, we are separated by mountains and seas)
The man I miss lives on the north side of the sea
And I'm on the south side of the sea.
She was in the mist of the distant mountains, and I was in the light of the water near the sea.
She's in the shade, and I'm banging on the sea.
In the smoke of the sunset, birds and the bright moon live together.
Discomfort to the evening, standing on the shore of the sand, the sea breeze gently hit the cool ear.
The birds are already after the bright moon, and the emptiness will only go white.
The beloved mountains and seas, mountains and seas can be leveled.
The flowers on the other side bloom on the other shore, the flowers on the other shore fall on the Yellow Spring, the flowers bloom and the leaves do not meet, and the wrong life and death will never happen.