When you are proud, you are with me.

Once the spring breeze blows in your face,

People stay in their little houses,

Let the dew stay in your heart and bring rain,

Whitehead reading black estrus,

The premiere was willow-colored,

There are not only 10,000 kinds of reds in the south,

A day apart, like Sanqiu,

I was worried for a while,

I want nectar to moisten violet,

I like to see life leave no legacy,

Laughter, human love,

You are Song Qing, and I am the mud!