The colors is practicing
Beyond the hirano

The bright river
Looks like snowing

Ten years always
dreaming of Gaokao

While heavily it was
raining over the night

How bitter chang e is
Lonely In the toad hall

Each time I watching it
at the moon forever

my hair being destroyed
With amoroustime and tide

As a dried-up well
No ripples in my heart
The colors is practicing
Beyond the hirano

The bright river
Looks like snowing

Ten years always
dreaming of Gaokao

While heavily it was
raining over the night

How bitter chang e is
Lonely In the toad hall

Each time I watching it
at the moon forever

my hair being destroyed
With amoroustime and tide

As a dried-up well
No ripples in my heart