The rain is light and wet.

The umbrella is hanging low, happy ever after,

The willow made the whip drunk.

Flowers can be folded straight,

Those who are not so grateful for the rain and dew.

The umbrella is hanging low, happy ever after,

Into the ocean, never to return.

Come and see butterflies dancing among the flowers,

It began to rain, and the golden dike in Xitang was inclined.

The umbrella is hanging low, happy ever after,

Every day hibiscus gives birth to summer water.