Lyrics of Xiao Huangqi's "spring flower and Monroe"

That year he was carrying a bag of hope

Leaving his childhood girl behind

Over the war and chaos of the two sides

Come to shiliyangchang alone

It was a dark, windy night

He walked by the side of Nanjing West Road

There is a face of youth

He broke into his undefended heart

The east wind blows the west window all night

The moon enters the corridor

I see through the water in my dream

Waiting for my Lang

The lonely banks of gentle township of Huangpu River

The night is long, the dream is long, it is a haven

The workplace has long been desolate

All dreams forget ideals

Both sides of the desire of singing and wine

New people laugh, old people cry

Forget yourself, forget your parents

Let the phone ring all night

It's windy tonight

When the moon is round outside the window

Two people love each other and want to meet each other

Sijun is beside the bed

He pushed his luggage into the customs that day

Leave the girl who looks back

Over the war and chaos of the two sides

Walk out of Taoyuan Airport alone

It was a dark, windy night

He walked by the side of Nanjing West Road

There is a pair of firm doubt eyes

Light ask who is singing

The east wind blows the west window all night

The moon enters the corridor

I see through the water in my dream

Waiting for my Lang

The old ring can't wrap around the entangled two sides

It's a long way to go

People come and go gradually confused

The end of the stand is shaking

Night has been central, dream has been central, struggling on both sides of the Strait

Two lines of words and two lines of tears are endless

It can't be untied, it can't be filed

Only lies sing to each other every day

It's windy tonight

When the moon is round outside the window

The east wind blows the west window all night

The moon enters the corridor

Both sides of the sea of love

It's more and more ridiculous that it's hard to advance or retreat

Hell and heaven imitate each other

Rumors of the promise continued to flow

The road is broken, the dream is broken, the reality of the two sides

No one has to talk about the lights

Heroism and love

Who ever really thought about it for whom