When the oval cloud draws the curtain, Whispering you yearn for the arrival of the goddess
When the white cotton swab appeared in the alley, Squeaky you longing for the moth of the city of the sky
When little golden fish surfaced around the brook, Shouting, you yearn for the Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City
When the drizzle embraces the flowers and plants on the lawn, Comfortable and warm, you yearn for the stone altar under the moonlight
When the stars twinkle in the eyes of the night, Excited you yearn for nice and big white radishes
When Granny Sun opened her parachute Colorful you yearn for the grand picture of seeing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains at a glance
Clean Heart
