I was hung on the tree, alone,

Gaze at the dry flowers in cold wind

Imaging their past gorgeousness,

And you like one angel,

Up my hair using your hand

Warm those water drops,

Make them not drip, and being ice

You are one warm clothes given by the lord

Your fingertip’s temperature puncture the winter

The warm flowed into the hair

Shuttle the space

Expel the damp from my heart.

Hitherto, the warm becomes her symbol

Like the air, always stay with me

Give out the fragrance in the space.

Sometimes, like one moon,

Be bright and glittered in the black night

Guide people and make them not lose their way

One woman, just one unknown and very common woman

You played a florid music using your common finger

Always ripple in my ears.