我看我还是不要水了 I remember the pavilion of incense tree near the playground Fine gauze general breeze on her face I remember the wutong sunshine sagging wire Bells around her ears While diffuse in the wind, fluttering Steal a drop of crystal slip forehead Like a seed of the dream Tiptoe touch her home This is a garden, whose garden Ye, the city's honey wind, pine, and oblique cloud? I don't forget that most beautiful pavilion tablet inscriptions The dawn of the pavilion in the writing with her dream Hope, happiness, joy, I recall Your simultaneous cheer "121"! Fortunately, I drunk the GuiYu garden No LianPian butterfly, "121"! Adding to my dream of music - it now -- Yet the light of the shoe, crisp, smile, is exquisite Conditions are all over the sky star one The moon dancing aflame, "121"! As if moss rocks of desire Wearing a green, with a splendid As if the mountain spring risks Xi Turns off the boats in the droplets A GuanXin salty, tread a QingLian There are green flowered up.and QingLi