Night
Summer nights hang in the treetops
The crescent moon is like a hook
I know that I will no longer mess around
The pond full of lotus flowers bloomed
Wayward wind
Cut off a touch of moonlight
Weary life
Get a moment's respite
I became a small fish
Listen in the clear water
The sound of flowers blooming
I sniffed
A faint fragrance
Around the pond full of lotus flowers
I chase the sweet wind.