Ten miles after the spring breeze, all the wheat is green

If you don’t want to grow old together, why suffer and not let go?

You come to me in a dusty way, which is better than all distant tenderness

Your journey to me is better than all distant tenderness.

In ᠎this ​life,  every ᠎journey is a ᠎scenery, and  every thought can  be ᱸcalm.

The ⳿cold pool ᠍reflects ᠎the white  moon, ﾞand ᱸthe ⬝autumn ᱸrain ⳿covers ​the moss

Beautiful ​things ⳿are ‍waiting for ⳿you ‍to ⳿discover.

The ‍flowers  and ﾞleaves ⬝are  fragrant, and ‍the beautiful scenery ⬝lasts ᱸmorning  and ‍night

If ‍you ⳿don’⬝t want to ﾞgrow ᠍old ‍together, ​why suffer ⳿and not let ᱸgo?