Dream of staying on the streets of Taipei

I had an affair with Jiangnan in my last life.

Or did you accidentally leave your dream in Jiangnan?

I can't tell the reason, and I can't find the root cause.

That's how I am, infatuated with Jiangnan.

The wind lingers on the edge of the season.

Snow falls on the eyebrows in winter.

Those obsessions that can't be freed.

Like a wisp of bitter wind, like a lingering snow.

From my Saibei to your Jiangnan

Turn pure white thoughts into peach blossom poems.

In the ancient ink painting south of the Yangtze River

Your Jiangnan is the spring I love.

Love for a thousand years, dream for a thousand years.

Apricot blossoms and misty rain are like dreams.

Jiangnan is as soft as water.

Or my past life, this life attachment.

The dream of Jiangnan has messed up my heartstrings.

If I come to your Jiangnan,

In the deep rain lane paved with bluestone

Can you give me a purplish oiled paper umbrella?

The colorful scenery of Jiangnan has blossomed in my heart.

The love in my heart has not changed.

A figure coming with the wind

It's the blue shirt that hit the horse in your dream.

The world of mortals is endless, if the water gurgles.

The smoothness of fingertips cannot draw a happy ending.

Looking forward to crossing the sea.

Just to find love lost in the wind and smoke

It is said that I looked back 500 times in my last life.

You can get a beautiful brush in your life.

If I speed up my steps, I often look back.

Would you like to meet me across Qian Shan?