That night my boat rolled out of the river.
There are many stars in the clear blue sky.
Your hand held mine that night.
The lost starry night blockades heavy sorrow.
That night you and I set the direction.
Each of them recognized the appearance of life.
My boat is still floating on the sea today.
The slender mast often sways in the wind.
Now the sun only lingers behind me.
Layers of shadows remain around me.
I still remember the day of that night.
Starlight, tears, white river!
Till now, I still miss your farming on the bank:
The vivid red and yellow flowers.
That day I hope to reach the top.
Honey brews the moisture of memory.
That day I will step on the arrow with wings.
Look at your garden shooting a full string.
On that day you will hear birds singing.
That is my waiting for your appreciation.
On that day, you should see messy flowers.
That was when I broke into the frontier!