As the camellia's bud in my land
Her cheeks are scarlet in arctic cold...

From the distance your hair looks
Like a carpet of daffodils on the hills...

Zooming along my river
Of romance as a dreamer...

Though I know not how many angels
Are actually dwelling today in heavenly zone...

On autumn leaves I wrote my prose fine
Towards you I released millions of them...

My heart was as barren as the vastest desert
Inevitably void of lives, empty and too dry...

While swaying in the spring breeze
This tiny cute flower wants your gaze...

Away, wash away all the sorrow of yours
With running tears on your sad face...

Sun is out
Windows are wide open...

Suddenly our eyes met in the crowed carriage,
She in the train leaving, I in the arriving train...

In the theatre of my dream
You partook as a heroin...

Carefully look at my eyes with yours
You'll see how they long for your love...