Look Peacock Villa, bamboo House swaying, very happy sun
How to know after the fall, the cold winter snow
Dare to ask the world, love for what? ,
Beautiful feathers, gradually falling, decadent helpless.
Gorgeous turned, and no one to care,
Howling! Also do not help
Can only bow, alone to talk.
The world is cold, must know ourselves
Know your own people are hard to find
Looking for a way out, as calm
Want to be beautiful feathers and eat, need self-reliance
Slowly picked up, falling petals, nourish themselves, after the vicissitudes of life.