那年三月,桃花盛开,你牵着我的手,捡拾那片片落英,捡拾起那桃花源的梦境。那年冬天,雪花押坟。你已长眠于地下,留我一人在这寒冷的冬天里,紧握这已不再负载希望的火柴童话!此时,我望向天空,努力寻找着你说过的天堂。我相信你在那里,在那个自由自在、没有痛苦、没有离别的美好国度里。 In March of that year, the peach blossoms in full bloom. You hold my hand and pick up the piece, drop it, and pick up the dream of peach blossom. That winter, snow grave. You have been sleeping in the ground, leaving me alone in this cold winter, hold on to matchless fairy tale no longer load hope! At this moment, I look to the sky, trying to find the paradise you have said. I believe you are there, in that beautiful country that is free, painless, and parted.