Through the distant stream, there is a little rose in the water
She always taut her instep and looked up at the wild geese flying south
She said, have you ever met the deer
She fancied the mists of the distant mountains and looked at love and the beginning
Wake up in the dream struggle, don't feel dim dawn
All of a sudden, the cold years swept the vast white snow
At last the deer thought of the valley again
Tear off her warm petals in winter
Clouds full of tears turn into beautiful flowers
The Big Dipper twinkles every night as she passes by
The night is full of stars and the evening wind
But they call you sky
The deer is back in the rainy season and the roses are blooming again
She quietly held back her tears and refused to lower her petals
The moon has covered her with snow-white armor
Xiaolu goes away bitterly. She will never be a flower
She looked out into the mist of the mountains, full of love and sorrow
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