The wind blows sand, the butterfly loves flowers, and the eternal story is like the moon in the water. Flowers in the mirror, bamboo fence, wooden pipa arch bridge and the moon all fascinate me. Who is playing and missing the distance? That summer, you packed your bags and left the ancient road. I want to go to the temple to seek a sign. I cried about my childhood friends and asked the Bodhisattva to bless us. We keep speculating and divining good and bad luck, or we are afraid that our love for you will break the fate of the world. The wind blows sand, the butterfly loves flowers, and the eternal story is like the moon in the water. Flowers in the mirror, bamboo fence, wooden pipa arch bridge and the moon all fascinate me. Who is playing and missing the distance? That summer, you packed your bags and left the ancient road. I want to cry first, and the crops in the field are harvested one after another. When did we sprout? I keep guessing and divining is good or bad, or I am afraid that my love for you has broken the fate of the world. Guess again, I still can't let go of my love for you. No matter winter or summer, I think of you day and night, praying not to change my mind again.