Lyrics of Huang Kaiqin's falling flowers

The old swallows come and go again. The breeze blows into the alleys and the spring flowers bloom beside the painting Pavilion

The summer rain falls outside the curtain and throws the book, leaning on the bed and enjoying the tea

On both sides of the phoenix trees, autumn leaves are stained with red leaves.

Winter is still warm

Looking back on that day, how far away is my dream

Listen to the three thousand spoons

The falling flowers and the wind

Whose fingertips does the flower fall on

Who will stay for me

After all, when will the scenery of water moon mirror be treasured

Just under the brow, but on the heart

Looking forward to home but feeling guilty

The old swallows come and go again. The breeze blows into the alleys and the spring flowers bloom beside the painting Pavilion

The summer rain falls outside the curtain and throws the book, leaning on the bed and enjoying the tea

On both sides of the phoenix trees, autumn leaves are stained with red leaves.

Winter is still warm

Looking back on that day, how far away is my dream

Listen to the three thousand spoons

The falling flowers and the wind

Whose fingertips does the flower fall on

Who stay for me? Who wait for me

After all, when will the scenery of water moon mirror be treasured

Just under the brow, but on the heart

Looking forward to hometown but feeling guilty

Looking back on that day, how far away is my dream

Listen to the three thousand spoons

The falling flowers and the wind

Whose fingertips does the flower fall on

Who stay for me? Who wait for me

After all, when will the scenery of water moon mirror be treasured

Just under the brow, but on the heart

I feel more guilty when I'm afraid of my hometown