Singing Lonely

How many spring, summer and autumn and winter

There is only one interest left here

Three or two people swim there

Who loves this winding path

Swim slowly, slowly

Look at the fish swimming in the water

Go, go, go

Yuanyang rock play for

You don't know why flowers bloom

Don't pay attention to

The catkins have floated over the bow

Black crows twittering on a bough

Loud voice

For the red glaze in the green

I can't tell spring from autumn at the moment

Lonely deep courtyard lock clear sorrow

The wall is blocking the flow

Unstoppable pursuit

Want to swing more than two arms robe embroidery

Into a pair of wings

Fly to the freedom