Clouds atop mountains become rains gone with wind,
Pavillions fade into leaves and flowers in Spring
Creek zigzags under moon light while the flute mutes
Cross my mind are the moments by the bridge when we were young
月下曲溪笙笛寂，
青衫忆昔小桥东。
Clouds atop mountains become rains gone with wind,
Pavillions fade into leaves and flowers in Spring
Creek zigzags under moon light while the flute mutes
Cross my mind are the moments by the bridge when we were young