樱桃,醉后芬芳花落你,若影于黄昏里,与瓦蓝的、洁白的天空辉映,从清澈的湖水中,我看出你的心事。夕阳只会把黄昏染得更透彻。以前,那个穿素裙的女孩,在村庄的路口等回家的人,或一直等那些过往的心扉淡然。然而,斜阳透过樱桃,纷落一地的忧伤。你不该在这里出现,真的。篱笆的斜拉,影子的游离,都慌乱一些落寞。走进一条村庄的小道,一排排、一棵棵樱桃,那么多的粉白,那么多的花香,如与你邂逅一般,自然而婉约。 Cherry, drunk fragrant flowers you, if the shadow in the evening, and tile blue, white sky shine, from the clear lake, I see your heart. The sunset will only dye the dusk more thoroughly. In the past, the girl who was wearing a plain skirt, someone who came home at the village intersection, or had been waiting for those past dignified. However, the sun through the cherry, a mess of sorrows. You should not show up here, really. Cable-stayed fence, the shadow of the free, are some lonely panic. Into a village trail, rows, cherry trees, so many white powder, so many flowers, as you encounter in general, graceful and graceful.