一、风铃响，故人归；我在等风起，也在等你归。
The wind bell rings, the old man returns; I am waiting for the wind, also waiting for you to return.
二、我许你红装十里，一里相思入骨，繁华满地，流年如诗不如你。
I make you red ten miles, a mile of Acacia deep into the bone, bustling everywhere, fleeting as a poem as you.