Love and dreams, black death!

The golden sun swayed on the peaks of the mountains,

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The ethereal clouds and smoke are like a distant dream,

Spread out on the transparent blue sky, the colors are hazy,

Everything seems to be deposited in the memories of fire.

Look, those figures that fly away with the wind,

With dazzling brilliance, soaring!

O flower-filled plains,

Love is in the bloom of spring.

O rays of light floating overhead,

With the passing years,

In the line of sight, move slowly.

I've spent thirty years,

With a passionate voice,

It is the interpretation of light, hope and faith.

The light shines, the blood-colored roses open,

I fell into deep affection and dreams,

And then plunged into black death.

One day the soul will be resurrected,

Soak up the midsummer sun.

The golden sun shines brightly,

The tender branches and leaves are gradually dyed green,

There are free petals floating in the water waves,

Laughter of joy came from the waves.

Rolling hills,

The flying figure of the flying birds,

Trembling fingers touch the heart,

Let all the memories flow into the flames.

When the autumn maple leaves,

Gradually turning red under the beating of frost,

There are cold springs flowing through the valleys,

Between the fingers, the beautiful sound of the piano flows.

Life is like a flower reflected in water,

The fragrance of flowers is wafting, that's your infatuation!

The smoke is chaotic, and the fallen leaves are flying colorfully,

You dance in the breeze.

Flickering colorful wings,

Resentful eyes,

Like the deep sea,

It fills my heart with a strange excitement.

When the first snow arrives,

In a quiet mountain village,

A rustling wind blew through the trees.

Snowflakes flying in the sky,

Clothed the earth with a white wedding dress,

A dreamlike melody lingers around,

The beautiful scenery in front of you is gradually becoming vast.

After deep love,

No longer know each other,

Only walk by with cold eyes,

How many loves and dreams, withered,

Fall to the black death!