Walk abreast with me.

We are like wheatstacks after a snowfall,

With two white straw hats

Looking into the distance

Of the mountains that are about to disappear.

If I lower my head,

I can see your shadow 

brushing against my toes.

What can I give you in return?

I give you, tired but tough，

the folds of my body.

And clot up a puddle of purple,

My heart.