Holding Hands, Growing Old Together – Xiao Xing
The winter snow gradually receded,
The spring breeze brought new green,
The night is not lonely,
Drifting meteor,
flies towards the end of sight.
The bright moon,
filled with fantasy,
holding hands,
descending the rainy road.
Birds sing on the branches,
singing of the sunlight's abundance,
steering a small boat,
to travel far.
The blue water across the entire river,
unyielding sorrow,
holding hands,
together painting a perfect landscape.
A thousand years of waiting,
the beauty of daylight,
the wind's sudden gusts from high buildings,
how high your dreams,
pursue the achievement,
vibrant flowers in the struggle,
romantic streams in transcendence.
Holding hands,
growing old together,
forever communicating and understanding,
Holding hands,
growing old together,
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