Lyrics of Qu Ruiqiang's "singing in the city"

The stars hang high and shine everywhere in the low light

The shadow does not recede

Now I see the withered chrysanthemum at the foot of the mountain

My heart is like a wild horse

The cold wind is like hemp, and the bright moon reflects the prosperity

I'm tired of the noise of the crowd

I once put down my work and climbed the mountain to see Yanxia alone

The back of the city

Leaving the mountains to return to the city

Feng Ge sends a message to me like a bird tired of returning to its nest

The happy and sad little swallow

Still living in the corner of the window, you can see through your eyes

She's scared

The cold wind is as numb as hemp, and the bright moon shines out the prosperity. I am tired of the noise of the crowd

I once put down my work for the time being and climbed the mountain alone to see the back of Yanxia city

No one cares

Lonely beggars often live under lampposts and see passers-by