There are trees on the mountain, trees have branches, and the heart delights you, but you don't know it. Two generations, one pair, two ecstasy. I miss you, but I don't know when I'll meet you again. I'm embarrassed this night. In the green garden, the sunflowers wait for the sun to dry. In spring, all things in the world shine. I often worry that the yellow flowers will wither when the autumn festival comes. When will the rivers flow east to the sea and return to the west? When young and strong, you don't work hard. When old, you feel sad. If the love between the two is long, how can it be day and night?