The wind blows the willows out of new shoots,
Yellow plums on the lakeside gradually flower.
The fish under the water know the warmth,
Jump out of the white wave and go to the end of the world.
The wind blows the willows out of new shoots,
Yellow plums on the lakeside gradually flower.
The fish under the water know the warmth,
Jump out of the white wave and go to the end of the world.