Lyrics of Luo Tianyi's "the beauty of the sea"

Luotianyi

The beauty of the sea

Make what you want

Bamboo dance at dusk

Leisure Fu forgets cold and summer songs all over the world

Whispering softly, willow leaf boat sitting among water clouds, watching the stillness of the lake

The heart is clear, the mind is not complete

The stars are changing and the journey is changing

You don't see love and hate become empty talk, kindness and righteousness are broken

The battle of the golden Dagger

Two sideburns remnant dream return to time and space joys and sorrows

Ah, autumn rain, cold at the beginning of the night, flags and swords are everywhere

Who wants to look back on the thorns

Why don't you step through the mountains and rivers

Read by the window, the seasons change and the years pass

Tonight, the snow blows, the wine is boiled and the beauty is remembered

The young and frivolous poems are getting far away in a moment

I can't bear to read the words and sentences in my old books

Love is hard to bear, love is hard, I don't know where my soul is

We can see that the spring is full of flowers and smoke, and the old reed river is full of sails

Counting red beans

Years flow, flowers fade away, tears wet blue shirt

Inadvertently sad line of sight can not be stranded

Hope to wear the mirror, smile, do not tell choking

Drinking, forgetting and sacrificing

Ah, you can't read Li Song and ask Gongxian

Bamboo, horse and green plum are separated and speechless on the opposite side

The sound of the harps lingers in my ears

Blue silk is dyed white hair, three thousand sighs with the wind

Acacia: no resentment, meeting after drunk

But half a lifetime wish, hand in hand

If there is a day waiting for you to see familiar eyebrows miss

How to kiss your face with sadness and joy

The wind blows through the long street

time brings great changes to the world

Ah, autumn rain, cold at the beginning of the night, flags and swords are everywhere

Who wants to look back on the thorns

Why don't you step through the mountains and rivers

Read by the window, the seasons change and the years pass

Tonight, the snow blows, the wine is boiled and the beauty is remembered

The young and frivolous poems are getting far away in a moment