Thank God, draw such a picture,
On this lonely road, two of us were painted;
Xue’er is as colorful as a dream,
A frozen river was added in the middle.
My arms are gray, and I am sentimental,
But there is a pale spring light floating on your face —
I thought to myself, if there is sound in the picture
I must burst out in my heart: “Dear girl!”
You deeply understand what I mean,
You don’t have a word
— Ren is far and near, merciless,
In the wind and snow fluttering blankly.
In the end I couldn’t bear this silence anymore,
Torn the picture with the only voice in my heart.
Xue’er is still dreamy,
I can no longer tell you and me in the mist.