There is a scene in my heart, and the path is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

I will return with thousands of horses and thousands of troops.

The snow falls without leaving a trace, and the passing geese leave a sound.

The fallen flowers are speechless, and the people are as pale as chrysanthemums.

Dressed in white, with brocade in mind.

Just like a person drinking water, he knows whether it is cold or warm.

I am accustomed to coldness and am determined to become ice.

If you bloom, the breeze will come.

A commoner’s meal, a lifetime of Coca-Cola.

Never leave the green hills, stay with us.

There is no beginning to the end, and there is an end to the failure.

Love each other silently, rejoice silently.

With the harp and harp at your disposal, it’s best to be quiet.

The glass is clear and the oranges are brilliant.