Lyrics of blue and white porcelain by Zhang Xiaohong

blue and white porcelain

The black and white strokes are thick and light

The peony depicted in the bottle is just like your first make-up

Ran Ran sandalwood through the window

On the Xuan paper, the writing is half done

The charm of the painting of beautiful ladies is hidden in private

And you smile like a bud

A wisp of your beauty floats away

Go where I can't go

Blue sky is waiting for misty rain while I'm waiting for you

The smoke curled up thousands of miles across the river

The calligraphy on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty

Just as I foreshadowed meeting you

Blue sky is waiting for misty rain while I'm waiting for you

The moon was salvaged and the clouds opened

Such as blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation

You have a smile in your eyes

The white and blue koi is at the bottom of the bowl

I am thinking of you when I write down the copy of song style

The secret you have hidden in the kiln for thousands of years

It is as delicate as an embroidery needle

Banana leaves outside the curtain cause a shower, door rings cause a green

And I offended you when I passed by that Jiangnan Town

In splash ink landscape painting

You are hidden from the dark

Blue sky is waiting for misty rain while I'm waiting for you

The smoke curled up thousands of miles across the river

The calligraphy on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty

Just as I foreshadowed meeting you

I'm waiting for you in the misty rain

The moon was picked up and the clouds opened up

Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, your eyes are smiling

Blue sky is waiting for misty rain while I'm waiting for you

The smoke curled up thousands of miles across the river

The calligraphy on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty

Just as I foreshadowed meeting you

Blue sky is waiting for misty rain while I'm waiting for you

The moon was salvaged and the clouds opened

Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, your eyes are smiling