有一种低低的回响也成过往 仰瞻
　　只有沉寒的星光 照亮天边
　　有一朵青莲 在水之田
　　在星月之下独自思吟。
　　
　　可观赏的是本体
　　可传诵的是芬美 一朵青莲
　　有一种月色的朦胧 有一种星沉荷池的古典
　　越过这儿那儿的潮湿和泥泞而如此馨美。
　　
　　幽思辽阔 面纱面纱
　　陌生而不能相望
　　影中有形 水中有影
　　一朵静观天宇而不事喧嚷的莲。
　　
　　紫色向晚 向夕阳的天窗
　　
　　尽管荷盖上承满水珠 但你从不哭泣
　　仍旧有蓊郁的青翠 仍旧有妍婉的红焰
　　从澹澹的寒波擎起。

　　Convergence does not know anything for night driving song from it,
　　Morningstar when retired -
　　Why do not you brisk pace tie bells?
　　For my early wake-up from a deep sleep!
　　North wind to go to my deep sleep,
　　He'll use my life,
　　I wish drank sweet morning.
　　The morning of the space is wide and no block,
　　Tight joy and pride as it steps drawer,
　　I want to roll up their contempt baskets,
　　Collection of the rainbow the earth!
　　Ah! Why do not you brisk pace tie bells
　　Till I wake up from sleep,
　　Morning sweeps away the mountains have been.
　　Meng remember you have a thousand kinds of beauty,
　　Want a closer look at your accommodation,
　　- At nearly afternoon
　　Where then follow your sight!