MC Xuanyan's lyrics of "the lamp is dry when the oil is exhausted"

The moonlight is reflected in the West Lake

The campfire lit the candle

I go from light to lost

It's like pulling a sword and getting poisoned

He lost his name after being poisoned

Lose heart and lose heart

Petals falling and flowers withering

Leave the storm Pavilion alone

I'm like a maze. I'm like a trap

I feel like I'm taking sleeping pills

My pale smile

There is still a little pride left

The past has been ignored by the years

Time washes away memories

Stumbling in the story

Leave too many exclamations

Sigh years like gusts

Sad world like a lamp

I came in a hurry

I left in silence

I'm like a goose with broken wings

Hovering on the line of life and death

I'm like a broken picture

Broken into pieces

Once that liquor

I can't put it down

Now I shiver with cold

Put down the cup and go

The past is hard to guess

The ending is always too bitter

It was a hot year

Now stop at this moment

This moment, this moment

The past and the clouds

The end of the world is bitter and the waves are boundless

Looking back, it's yesterday

I would like to be abandoned by the cold wind

Also willing to be replaced by drizzle

But I've tried my best to remember

Is it still the past

The vicissitudes in memory

It's like ice and snow

Wait for me to drink Mengpo soup

From then on, I went back to the mountain to heal

Words from the bottom of my heart eight years ago

Now is the past

Tears after eight years

The afterlife continues this fate

I go from early morning to three o'clock

From morning rain to lonely wind

At this moment, I blow out the lamp

I won't fight about the affairs in the world

I went from good to evil

From gathering to parting

There must be an end to everything

Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye

Is this a goodbye

It's always worth nostalgia

Don't you owe each other a word

You can let go of the grudge

Spring breeze once buried a good night

Forget the present in a hurry

Years are like a knife

Unforgettable those snowflakes floating

I walk on the golden beach

Enjoy the crescent moon

Take care of Yang Fan and LAN an

It's none of my business

Is it nothing or news

Is it a birthmark or a brand

Let's make this song dry up

Finish my last letter