Lyrics of Li Yuchun's Xiucai Hutong

The clear wind blows green your Hutong

Pear rain drenched the scholar's dream

The leaves fall on my head and the autumn geese mumble

There's no sign of your name outside the gate

Coughing in the snow

Nestled in her chest

You have to get out of this poor alley

Go out and never look back

She begins spring, she begins autumn

She is thinner than the yellow flower and her head is whiter

The golden house under heaven

Yan Ruyu, a hundred generations of sorrow

Red brick wall and glazed tile of old building

See through but don't speak

In silence that love day that sea of tears

Love and hate are empty

It's spring, it's autumn, it's barren

It's still a Begonia

The golden house under heaven

A glass of wine for Yan Ruyu

Red brick wall and glazed tile of old building

It's written, but it doesn't open

It's gone. It's gone

The alley suddenly became empty as a dream

The curtain paper is missing a little bit

Like a chess piece trapped, you are saved

The oil lamp is waving the needle and thread, drifting for you

Pierce the hand to produce a soybean

Wrinkles on clothes

It's easy to climb on your forehead

You're going to get out of here

I said I'll come back

She begins spring, she begins autumn

She is thinner than the yellow flower and her head is whiter

The golden house under heaven

Yan Ruyu, a hundred generations of sorrow

Red brick wall and glazed tile of old building

See through but don't speak

In silence that love day that sea of tears

Love and hate are empty

It's spring, it's autumn, it's barren

It's still a Begonia

The golden house under heaven

A glass of wine for Yan Ruyu

Red brick wall and glazed tile of old building

It's written, but it doesn't open

It's gone. It's gone

The alley suddenly became empty as a dream