Like a babbling spring,

Quietly flowed down into the distance.

Just leave any sound,

Not a single trace was left

Just quietly gone,

Walking silently,

It's like spring has crept to the earth.

Like a gentle breeze,

Brings a hint of coolness,

But it quickly blew down into the distance,

Reach out and grab it,

But they couldn't see any trace of him,

It was as if it had become a mischievous child on the road, gently pulling the leaves of the weeping willows.

The little tree that sways back and forth,

Tell me

The breeze is gone,

Naughty children, at the urging of adults,

Shanshan walked away,

Running fast,

It walked like a sapling swaying gently in the breeze.

The clouds in the sky tell me,

Look closely at the dancing posture of the weeping willows,

You will find that

Where did the breeze go?

I chased hard,

But he didn't see how he looked,

He's going too fast,

Just a moment of effort,

Disappeared without a trace before my eyes.

I looked up at the sky,

The blue sky after the rain is exceptionally blue,

The little raindrops that haven't had time to escape,

Quietly falling on the willow leaves,

As if sorry for the departure of the spring breeze.

The white clouds that drifted all the way,

Follow in my footsteps,

Move slowly,

Wherever I go,

You can see his face clearly.

It's still so white,

I walked aimlessly on the earth,

He danced leisurely in the sky,

I looked up and saw his whiteness,

He looked down at my helplessness.

After me,

I just like white clouds,

Because it's right before me,

Stretch out my hands to hug,

Though he is so far away from me,

I stand on the top of the mountain,

I walked by the stream,

You can see him,

Seeing him smiling,

See his mournful mourning.

If love is spring,

I want to stay by the side of Baiyun,

Carefree looking at him,

Watching him float by gently,

Drifted through the desert without people,

Walk to the end of the sky.

If love is spring,

I want to follow the white clouds,

Look in the sky,

A beautiful new look for the earth.

The vicissitudes of the years have changed my face,

But I can't change my attachment to love Baiyun,

Gone with the wind,

The years are still there,

Looking at the vast blue sky,

Bow your head in contemplation,

There was still a blank in front of me.