Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

As if wandering in the leisurely.

Lonely rain lane,

Hope to meet.

One sample at a time.

A sad aunt.

She does.

Lilacs have the same color,

Fragrance is the same as Ding Xiang.

Ding Xiang is a kind of sadness,

Mourning in the rain,

Sadness and resentment seem awkward;

She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane,

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me.

Momo is gone,

Cold desert, sad and clear, melancholy.

She approached quietly.

Get close and throw again

Too much eye light,

She floated by.

Like a dream,

Sad as a dream.

Like floating in a dream

A fragrant land,

I passed this woman by;

She left quietly, left,

A crumbling fence,

Walk through this rainy path.

In the lamentation of the rain,

Fade her face,

Break up her powder room,

Disappeared, even hers.

Too much eye light,

Ding Xiang's melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

As if wandering in the leisurely.

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to float over.

One sample at a time.

A sad aunt.