Lyrics of little cloud man

Brush by

A pool of new green

The setting sun looks like brocade

Cage white

learn for the first time

Old flute sound

About the past

Thinking again

Smoke from cooking

Rain bathes, everything is clear and bright

The water is dripping from the blue boat

Slub

Counting time

Intoxication does not return

Flying sleeves in red

Fighting in the world

The sword is merciless and arbitrary

Bamboo forest residence

The harmony of harps and harps in the world of fireworks

Half a dream

Clear mountains and bright moon

Dyeing a piece of paper day and night

Or a couple

Quietly promise

To be with each other

Beautiful scenery

Not like you

Who will listen to the seven strings

Acacia is like a drunken flower

How can we not be sentimental in troubled times

It's a rough road

Sunset clouds return

Where to go

Flying sleeves in red fall into dream

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