Halfway up the Fangcun Mountain there is a diving board. In you or someone else’s mouth, it might have other names. As for me, I call it diving board. Just like I once saw someone compare it to Duanqing Cliff of Yang Guo and Little Dragon Maiden. Foolish child, you leap into the air, making the posture of jumping down. "Good time, beautiful scenery, beauties." I put away the cold moon, bowing. You replied coldly: "Unfortunately, someone spoils the view." "The landscape has been the same for thousands of years. Is it people that spoil it, or does it spoil itself?" Halfway up the Fangcun Mountain, we exchanged wits with each other. Our first meeting wasn't so romantic, but still beautiful.
On that year's Qixi Festival, the moon palace was full of fireworks, roses, and sweet nothings. You brought me to the waist of Fangcun Mountain. "If I jump down, will you wait for me forever?" "Yes." "Will you wait like Yang Guo waited for Little Dragon Maiden?" "Yes." "Will you wait until death, just keep waiting and waiting?" "Yes." "You're lying."
Perhaps due to the sorrow of literati, who take joy in things as their own sadness, being sensitive and not easily trusting. Foolish child, I really don't know why your past experiences made you so suspicious and uneasy. But I do indeed wish to be the angel you love in the song, guarding you now and in the future.
On the Lantern Festival, which should be spent appreciating lanterns, it rained in the small town where I was. In the game, you were there. Everyone was working hard for the Lantern Festival. Foolish child, I took you to Fangcun to see the sea of clouds. "Zhuo Wenjun eloped with Sima Xiangru at night." A hundred and one cliches. Without thinking, you answered: "There is a fox." I looked back at you, all in red, resembling a fire fox, even slyly clever. "Graceful ladies, gentlemen desire them." I softly recited. "Erl Snow Willow Jade Plum, these should be worn on the Lantern Festival," you said, pretending not to know, but I saw your ears turn red.