乱山深处水潆回。可惜一枝如画、为谁开。轻寒细雨情何

The water comes back in the depths of the mountain. Its a pity that one is picturesque and for whom. What is the limit of light cold and fine rain If not, spring is hard to control. It doesnt matter if I get drunk for you. I am afraid that when I wake up drunk, I will break my heart.