The lyrics of Anita Mui's manzhusahua

The silver net of the moon has been cast

Tired stars have come home

The wind blows down the leaves and flutters the sand

Under the cold street lamp

The cold wind in the night stirs my hair

The late comers are no longer noisy

The tender words

Is it like a bunch of flowers in the mirror

All this should not be false

Who gives me a reasonable answer

Can you forget about it

He's got me

Can we just give up

He tortured me

Let him be forever

A touching myth

Manzhusahua, the red flower of passion and sorrow

Under the lonely sunset

Withered and floated, paid a heavy price

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The silver net of the moon has been cast

Tired stars have come home

The wind blows down the leaves and flutters the sand

Under the cold street lamp

The cold wind in the night stirs my hair

The late comers are no longer noisy

The tender words

Is it like a bunch of flowers in the mirror

All this should not be false

Who gives me a reasonable answer

Can you forget about it

He's got me

Can we just give up

He tortured me

Let him be forever

A touching myth

Manzhusahua, the red flower of passion and sorrow

Under the lonely sunset

Withered and floated, paid a heavy price

Manzhusahua, the red flower of passion and sorrow

Under the lonely sunset

Withered and floated, paid a heavy price