Stranger, you are waiting for a person's return.Unrelated to the moon, only for the true feelings in the heart.Where the Gardenia Flower is scatteredMy fingers touched the thread and twisted into knots.The cool autumn wind is still coming.The late spring, the old city. There is a thin evening in the sky. Inadvertently mining chrysanthemum in South Mountain, unintentional chanting willows on the shore. After countless times of recognition of the hoofs, his face on the Xuan paper was blurred in the tears of no one.

陌上，你在等待一個人的歸來。無關風月，只為心中真情，在那梔子花散盡的地方，我曾指尖輕觸那一縷青絲，纏繞成結。深涼的秋風還在不斷地襲來。那遲遲不來的春，那久久不變的城。人空瘦的黃昏，思念幸有薄酒暫暖。無意南山采菊，無意岸邊吟柳。在無數次的馬蹄聲錯認以后，宣紙上他的容顏，模糊在一片無人時的清淚中。