Ten years ago I admired it, write it below the water
　　Some dirt, there Lvtai have the original ecology of plant roots
　　We have been on it, the West River Bridge, then how petite
　　Eighteen-year-old appearance, shy and hidden hands
　　The fall of 1998, the weather was a bit wet
　　He and I once again cross the bridge to the center of the bridge
　　He seemed to say something, say something he should do
　　West River Bridge, so many hidden thoughts of our
　　It is the heart of the river, now dry