Who is it exactly? Sounds outside
It can only be on the outside, your heart is unfathomable
There is an iron tree by the mossy well. Went in the door
Why don't you come to me, just slip in
Under the wooden beams of dried fish hanging over, we once were
Together, you love me when I talk to Shui Bo
What are you tracking right now?
Why are you so tyrannical to me?
We sometimes have back to back, Shaohua flowing water
I smooth the wrinkles on your forehead, and the palms of your hands are woven
And warmth; you and I would have been one thing
Enjoy another thing; paper windows, stars and pots
Who makes the eyes dizzy
One snowflake turns into two snowflakes
The fresh fish was open and bloody; you entered the door
Why not come and ask for warmth
Slippery, the hills outside the door silent
This is my tenth month of love
My time was married to a shadow
I take a bite of the fresh peach I picked myself and let you
Clean teeth also taste a bite; sweet
Make your whole body swell like gratitude
Why only your voice is speaking
Don't see the peel fruit you left behind for dinner
The empty coat was covered with ashes
Don't see your face, the cigarette rises
You don't have a face to face, to me?
Who the hell is that? Everything changes
It all starts with the fingers. Logging ding-dong, remember
In those postures of yours, a storm filled the pavilions
The wind was tense and abrupt
Not in the north nor in the south
Our yongdao was bitterly cold
If you're slowly moving forward
The horses were lazy, and the six ropes were overcast
If you're hurrying forward
The horses are graceful and the long whips are flying
February blossoms white flowers, you can't escape, where do you rest
I watched over everywhere. If you tell me
How your arms fall, I'll tell you
How will you beckon again; if you tell me
You see something disappearing
I'll tell you which one you are
