There you are
In the painting, the pavilion stands on the side of the mountain,
Symphony from wind to wind,
The grass is green to the sky!
How many directions does the sun cast, and who cares?
You and I are like the people in the painting,
Turn around and you're gone!
The flowers bloom to a deep crimson red;
Green Ping covered the pond with a layer of Xiao Meng,
The birds sing, the treetops intertwine with the thin branches,
But the white clouds are us,
Flip through the sky several times!
The symphony is from wind to wind, grass to sky!
