2. Weaving the youth at the fingertips, the spring breeze at the foot of Paris, sending letters to myself, going north to Cheng Nan and looking forward to the future.
3. I love her deeply, but I fell in love yesterday and turned my face to the sun. My ideal is still there. I am luckier, with the south wind and the green lemon.
4. Annan City, a song that young people like, pursues my tomorrow. Her old love in the city is more happiness, warm years, warm memories and a little tenderness.
5, forever, the old scenery year, if you have heard of it, I have sugar in my pocket, I speak for myself, I only believe in you, Nan Ai on the north shore of the island, dear, don't be afraid.