Lyrics of "qingsiyu" by Luo Tianyi

Nanjiang Hakka Waterfront

Willows in the breeze

Sing a Silent Farewell to the empty string

Green silk turns into rain and smoke in March

Rouge on your fingertips

The rain blurred my face with tears

What's the year of spring and autumn

No mandarin duck, no fairy

Who is playing yesterday's song when the wild geese go south here

Peach blossom Pavilion meets in ten li

Outside the fence, flowers are falling all over the ground and tears are on my face

Who plays flute and fiddle to sit on the South River bank

The moon is bright and the wind is strong at night

Who is painting with brush and ink

The eaves of the house are ringing with copper, and the misty rain outside the window is fine

Who would like to leave every word in my heart

Don't care about little tears

Who's home to listen to the melody

I left a few wisps of green rain in the East

White head wish on Xishui Lake

The past and the past

A dream, yesterday's old face has not changed

My old friend has become a mirror

Dream of red candle west window scissors

Make a promise to break the fleeting time

Draw a picture of looking at the moon on the fence

Willing to be duckweed, not immortal

Who is playing yesterday's song when the wild geese go south here

Peach blossom Pavilion meets in ten li

Outside the fence, flowers are falling all over the ground and tears are on my face

Who plays flute and fiddle to sit on the South River bank

The moon shines on the river at night

Who is painting with brush and ink

The eaves of the house are ringing with copper, and the misty rain outside the window is fine

Who would like to leave every word in my heart

Don't care about little tears

Who's home to listen to the melody

I left a few wisps of green rain in the East

Who plays flute and fiddle to sit on the South River bank

The moon is bright and the wind is strong at night

Who is painting with brush and ink

The eaves of the house are ringing with copper, and the misty rain outside the window is fine

Who would like to leave every word in my heart

Don't care about little tears

Who's home to listen to the melody

I left a few wisps of green rain in the East

Who plays flute and fiddle to sit on the South River bank

The moon is bright and the wind is strong at night

Who is painting with brush and ink

The eaves of the house are ringing with copper, and the misty rain outside the window is fine