三月的煙雨 飄搖的南方
你坐在你空空的米店
你一手拿著蘋果 一手拿著命運
在尋找你自己的香
窗外的人們匆匆忙忙
把眼光丟在潮濕的路上
你的舞步劃過空空的房間
時光就變成了煙
愛人,你可感到明天已經來臨
碼頭上停著我們的船
我會洗幹淨頭發爬上桅杆
撐起我們葡萄枝嫩葉般的家
Misty rain in March, the flickering South
You sit in your empty rice shop
holding the apple in one hand and destiny in the other
Search for your own fragrance
People hurrying outside the window
Cast their eyes over the damp road
Your steps glide across the empty room
Time then drifts away like smoke
My love, can you feel that tomorrow has arrived
Our boat is waiting in the dock
I will wash my hair and crawl up the mast
hold our home of sweet vine leaves