Ah, Ruyan sister, my sister!
You are the moon in the sky, I am the cold star at the edge of the moon!
No matter whether you are full or crescent, I keep winking at you;
You are the oak tree on the mountain, I am the withered vine on the tree,
Entwining you until death, unable to pull apart or untangle;
You are the little bird in the sky, I am the dung beetle on the ground,
You somersault in the sky, I dive into the dung;
You are the lotus leaf in the pond, I am the dragonfly standing on it;
You are a kerosene lamp, I am the moth fluttering at it;
You are a book, I am your bookmark;
You are corn, I am the tiny silk at the tip of the corn!!!
Ah, Ruyan sister, ah Ruyan sister!
I believe in our love, it will surely be like a white lotus, wrapping tighter and tighter;
Like radish pickled with red sweet potatoes, so tasty and easy to swallow!
