No wings, no wings. I touched my face gently and I began to fall. I sigh alone, I am unhappy. Why, I want to cry, cry, cry. This is a good thing, but it is still a good thing.

You are a blue robin with wings, and you came to earth to read the blessings of heaven.

Your hand gently caressed my face and picked up my lazy leaves scattered on the ground. You sigh for my loneliness and shed the heaviest drop of water-tears. At that moment, I wanted to tell you in words, don't cry, don't cry. Your tear is more important than my happy Wang Yang.