Pick a peach blossom to commemorate love
Together with, newly sprouted buds and bark
A leaf, a tree, a piece, gently peel off
In the Qingming afternoon, grass green paths
Alone round its theory
No hands, and cherry blossoms
Just a rain and a gust of wind
Or a whisper
They fly and stagger and float away for no reason
Sacrifice love with rape flowers
All over the mountains and fields, I have traveled
Cultivate a pile of gullies and set up a tombstone
carve with a knife