Wear became a commoner like Rongfu Infant wear has become commoner Now lying in more than sixty years ago Your beautiful songs by The Soft woven cradle Echoes of a dream is like the lost water Heung Road Open in March with the cuckoo sings Barren and desolate cemetery Melting ice and snow spilled tears of your life Calls no one died in the spring Occasional Yunfei you look up the sky over Could it make the cold wind Cut to dance dressed in colorful Dreamcoat wanderer Dusty makeup mirror You are the face of looming vaguely old Lotus Blooming off the You to kind of hands and a heart of grief In the ashes of history Embroidered portraits of their own