Unknown lyrics of Yicheng

Yi Cheng

There are still your fingerprints left here, which have been cracked in time

There are still many questions here, but the answers are silent

I remember an old man holding a pipe sitting under the old banyan tree

As if can not listen to the disturbance said cruel, willing to defend the city with loneliness

The desolate city in front of me collects my dreams

Who does the old stone stool want to wait for

In the ancient temple, the poor increase, begging for less than a bowl of piety

Turn around, it's cold at night

Interlude

Open a half closed door and wait for a gentle reunion

Along the way, but can not meet this person, lonely this spring breeze

The sun blows the dust of memories to see all the missing process

I don't know why such a beautiful original is no longer willing to pass on

The desolate city in front of me collects my dreams

Who does the old stone stool want to wait for

In the ancient temple, the poor increase, begging for less than a bowl of piety

Turn around, it's cold at night

Once the flowers can not bloom a season forever

When we meet, we don't know each other. It's strange to write

How many tears, how much happiness is not complete

Turn around, it's cold at night

My dreams are hidden in this desolate city

Who does the old stone stool want to wait for

In the ancient temple, you can't pray for a bowl of piety

Turn around, it's cold at night

Once the flowers can not bloom a season forever

When we meet, we don't know each other. It's strange to write

How many tears, how much happiness can not be complete

Turn around, it's cold at night