the red plum flower those bloom in snow
you are the beauty in my heart
your cool glamorous and out of custom
as if the fortunate cloud float from skyboundary
let the secular world surprise for you
let the desire covered with dust shamed for you
I wish to turn a jade-butterfly
loving with you in this long life
for your ice-heart and iron-bone
showing my pure and drunkn dance
I wish to turn a hill spring
following with you day-and-night
laughing meet the silvery-knife and cold-sword
even grind and fallen into mud
still required to hold and wipe tears each other
I wish to turn a bright moon
then treasure and wait with you each other
even we are separated by sky and space
the eyes in love never lost when shoulder-hit-shoulder
soul of kiss have promise gladly
peerless Love awakes in cold winter
