Migrate when it's cold

A cry of sorrow.

With the formation of geese far away, the

Disappearing in the clouds.

The cold is gone.

Crossing a thousand mountains and rivers

To find your paradise.

Look at the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums.

The beautiful red leaves.

Slowly.

And the tall pine, the

The white snow.

With love and reluctance.

I have entrusted you with my love

Amidst the bleakness of the sky and the cold wind

Buried deep in hope.

In the rumbling remembrance!

Perhaps.

I will not come again.

To meet you in the north.

A long time in the future

Everything is gone with the wind

The dust of history is scattered

In the yellowing pages

I'm looking for the wisp of

The heart-wrenching youth.

into the arms!