The story of Peng Jiali

Breathe the cold air along the way

Sigh that the leaves on the tree are thin

A trace of the smell of deep winter, and his hometown taught me the secret pain

The vitality of early spring and the memory of deep winter

The past is flying in my heart

Who come to visit me in the shade of a tree

The rhythm of the north wind seeps through the desolation

Remnant like withered branch comes to comfort gently

Why is my sight like rain line confusing my mind

It's like an illusion

Linger in the wind and look at him silently

Once upon a time, in the wind of dependence, a light talk in a dream has come to an end

Full of the impression in my heart, the night I separated from him made me feel painful

Endless infatuation, lonely footprints

It shouldn't have happened here

The journey is getting farther and farther, still remembering that winter

He said a hasty goodbye

So empty heart left back to miss

Why is the earth spinning and I'm still

Everything seems disillusioned but mourns

A touching story in my heart

Who will care for my heart in the shade of the road ahead

The rhythm of the north wind seeps through the desolation

Remnant like withered branch comes to comfort gently

Why is my sight like rain line confusing my mind

It's like an illusion

Linger in the wind and look at him silently

The journey is getting farther and farther, still remembering that winter

He said a hasty goodbye

So empty heart left back to miss

Why is the earth spinning and I'm still