(A)
Autumn, whisk in the face; autumn, passing Fashao; an autumn leaf, sent a truth.
At the moment I would like you, like your world, there is a blue sky, there is an ocean, there are two birds.
Do not know when? We met. Do not know when? We meet.
In the cold winter, in the bright spring, in summer, warm sun, or in the akishimo a rainy night.
Winter snows came, Chunhua fly, much idle criticism came, and we are still far from the well of the jump looked at each other.
There is no line kites, broken in the sky; no heart wings, we call each other.
Innocently, the thought, hard to read, but I still can not see you smile like the sun.
(B)
Buddha standing in front of the Wishing again and again, again and again to pray, a time of blessing, for you, for me, for tomorrow.
Shengming of the Buddha, can you hear, my voice trembling, that the most true mantra.
Merciful God, can you hear, my sincere hope, as well as that heart the deepest wishes.
Heart of a rainbow, with a dream built into a sea, with an olive branch to write your name, read silently in their heart, over and over again, tears into the river, quietly flowing, flowing through your side.
If, if, if time could be turned back; if, if, if the years you can still, I wish, I wish, I wish to fly sea.
(C)
Season, let us meet, but perhaps we should separate the seasons, it is we both can not change reality.
Without you the night, the stars are lonely, the moon is lonely.
Without your daytime, the sky is still clear, and clouds still brilliant, and my heart just is not the sun-like smile.
Dream of you is still brilliant, still the sun, as the first time I see you.
Hand, let go; let go, and then hand, again and again, a Hui, stubbornly persists.
(D)
In the absence of the night, your wandering, you wait, your expectations, your thoughts, and your silence, surging in the bottom of my heart are my share of fondly.
You will cry or not? I will.
Moved in those days, there remembering his days, in those memories of the dream.
You will remember that we do Thanksgiving Day? I would, and
That is my most beautiful blessing, it is my most true prayer, it is my most moving life.
Do you miss? I will.
In the glow of dawn, the voice in the afternoon, in the midnight dream.
（一）
秋风，拂在脸上；秋雨，掠过发梢；秋叶，送去一片真情。
此刻的我，想你，想你的世界里，有一片蓝天，有一片大海，还有两只飞鸟。
不知道什么时候？我们相遇。不知道什么时候？我们相见。
在寒冷的冬天，在明媚的春天，在夏日的暖阳，还是在秋霜的雨夜。
冬雪来过，春花飞过，夏虫走过，而我们依然远远的远远的跳望着彼此。
没有线的风筝，断在天空；没有心的翅膀，我们互相呼唤。
傻傻的想，苦苦的念，可是我还是看不见你阳光般的微笑。
（二）
站在佛的面前，一次次的许愿，一次次的祈祷，一次次的祝福，为你，为我，为明天。
圣明的佛祖，你可否听见，我颤抖的声音里，那最真的真言。
仁慈的上帝，你可否听见，我真诚的期盼，还有那心底最深的祝愿。
用心化一道彩虹，用梦筑成一片海，用橄榄枝写下你的名字，默默的念在心里，一遍一遍，化成泪的河流，静静的流过，流过你的身边。
如果，如果，如果时间可以倒流；如果，如果，如果岁月可以静止，我愿，我愿，我愿飞过沧海。
（三）
季节让我们相遇，而季节又让我们分开，这是我们彼此都无法改变的现实。
没有你的夜，星星是孤单的，月亮是寂寞的。
没有你的昼，天空依然是明朗的，云彩依然是灿烂的，而我的心里只是没有了阳光般的微笑。
梦里的你依然是灿烂的，依然是阳光的，正如我第一次看你。
牵手，放手；放手，再牵手，一次次，一回回，不离不弃。
（四）
在无人的夜里，你的徘徊，你的等待，你的期盼，你的思念，还有你的沉默，都是我涌动在心底的那份眷念。
你会流泪吗？我会。
在那些感动的日子里，在那里思念的日子里，在那些回忆的梦里。
你会记得我们的感恩日吗？我会，
那是我最美的祝福，那是我最真的祈祷，那是我最感动的生命。
你会想念吗？我会。
在晨曦的朝霞里，在午后的声音里，在子夜的梦里。