Picking lotus in the wind(feng zhong cai lian shui liu li ge ci )

Water glass

The shadow of the moon flies over the sadness

Water color blurred into frost can not cover residual fragrance

Whose melancholy is wrapped in the lonely account at dusk

A line of red makeup in the attic

When the tide comes, who is crying

Thoughts portrayed as boats, little fireflies reflecting the river

The night fog slowly dances into your appearance

A one night stand with oars

Every tear is like glass, every drop is fragile

Just for a promise

Looking at each other across the bank, you are the wound drawn by the scenery

I'm a girl wandering in the world of mortals

This one eye tears son fall to drop to break the past again

Empty left a river of glass, intoxicated with the direction to go

Chinese PinYin : Feng Zhong Cai Lian Shui Liu Li Ge Ci