给我倾城的温柔,许我半世的明媚。我的小丫头,第一次看见你,是在湖那边。那时你的父亲骑着马,你趴在他的背上。你的笑声在山谷中飘得很远,一直飘到我的耳边。我知道你们说的湖怪就是我,你们因为思念祖先,把我当成他留在这个世界的纪念。你们怎么想都可以,不过小丫头,不要因此就畏惧我,其实我比你更恐惧,我怕自己不能赢得你的喜欢。 Give me allure gentle, promised me half of the bright. My little girl, the first time I saw you, was over the lake. When your father rides a horse, you lie on his back. Your laughter floats far in the valley, has been floating to my ears. I know that the lake blame you said is me, and because you miss my ancestors, I regard him as his memorial to stay in this world. How do you think you can, but little girl, do not fear me, in fact, I am more afraid than you, I’m afraid I can not win your liking.