Nocturne
　　You're drifting sprite, When the wind
　　Months at sea on a calm and hollow,
　　Pride in the wandering son of the night,
　　Only you benevolent my pain ... ...
　　Like a distant song - a slow and sad
　　And makes Qinru and echoed,
　　Chaotic thoughts in my heart,
　　You split the forgotten little by little, pour ... ...
　　I dream to tell you
　　Dream of a bunch of heart of light, break through the shady,
　　Looking for, in the illusions, the eternal happiness.
　　You understand me unspeakable pain,
　　It consumes me, the ideal warm,
　　Only you, together you the who, the night elves!
　　(Ding Wenlin translation)
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　　Romantic tomb
　　There, the sea breaking place,
　　Monotonous roar of the waves on the
　　Issued a wind swept beach, weeping,
　　My heart must be buried there.
　　In the slow days. In the hot summer
　　To extreme burning grill him alone;
　　Then, in winter, wind
　　Blowing in the desolate earth he writhed ... ...
　　Until he destroyed, transformed into
　　Not touch the dust, so the wind
　　_Set_ off sandstorms swept away ... ...
　　His struggle, his tired yearning,
　　His crazy love with him melt,
　　In this poor, suffering foot of the sea chest.
　　(Ding Wenlin translation)
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　　In the hands of God
　　In the hands of God, in his right hand,
　　My heart is thoroughly rest.
　　Fantasy palace has been empty,
　　Ten Level I along narrow down the ladder.
　　As the inevitable failure of the flowers open, used to embellish
　　Child-like ignorance. They will eventually wither
　　Short and the body is not perfect
　　A vision and passion disappeared.
　　Like a baby, a smile so empty Mongolia
　　By her mother tightly in his arms
　　Walking in the dark journey of life.
　　Forests, oceans, deserts of the Yellow River ... ...
　　Freedom of the heart, you sleep it,
　　Forever at rest in the hands of God!
　　(Ding Wenlin translation)
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　　Solemn declaration
　　I told his heart: to see it
　　How far we go in vain! Now
　　Think about it, in the height of the cold grave
　　We watered the desert with tears ... ...
　　There were flowers and beautiful place, only the ashes!
　　The place was a beautiful spring, night take the lead!
　　Will look at the earth beneath your feet down,
　　Planter in planting the pain the dark!
　　But my heart, to become brave and strong
　　In the ordeal over and over again,
　　Faith is also suffering in the reconstruction,
　　Heart child replied; in this love I saw a high!
　　Life is not nothing, if this is life,
　　That she is no longer suffering and pain.
　　(Ding Wenlin translation)