Lyrics of three thousand weak waters by Mai Junlong

Three thousand spring river water lives in lonely sky temporarily

Enough of the world

To live is to live, and all things swim in the passing water

I fell in love with some reflections occasionally

LiuNian flows into a river and several places of interest

When the waves stop, it's like holding a mirror to distinguish the old scenery

Mountains and rivers are not mountains and rivers, but snow mounds

The nature of mountains and rivers

After mixed despair, tears lead to heartbreak

If the grape is drunk, it will fall into the whirlpool

Squeeze in the canal, soak in the bath, also fall from the spring water

Sweat drops in the sea of blood red or not, after gathering, taste like tea strong or not

Is it pleasure or pain? I can never see it in the deep sea

Quietly floating in the blue sky, a turn can be turned into a cup

And when his mouth was dry, he drank up the cloud like a dream. Believe it or not

To live is to live, and all things swim in the passing water

I fell in love with some reflections occasionally

LiuNian flows into a river and several places of interest

When the waves stop, it's like holding a mirror to distinguish the old scenery

Mountains and rivers are not mountains and rivers, but snow mounds

The nature of mountains and rivers

After mixed despair, tears lead to heartbreak

If the grape is drunk, it will fall into the whirlpool

Squeeze in the canal, soak in the bath, also fall from the spring water

Sweat drops in the sea of blood red or not, after gathering, taste like tea strong or not

Is it pleasure or pain? I can never see it in the deep sea

Quietly floating in the blue sky, a turn can be turned into a cup

When the mouth is dry, drink up the dense cloud like a dream, believe it or not

Three thousand spring river water lives in lonely sky temporarily

Enough of the world

Water and bitter water

There are no flowers in the water and everything is still

Broke this mirror to see the surging eyebrows before shaking

Sweat drops in the sea of blood red or not, after gathering, taste like tea strong or not

Is it pleasure or pain? I can never see it in the deep sea

Quietly floating in the blue sky, a turn can be turned into a cup

And when his mouth was dry, he drank up the cloud like a dream. Believe it or not

If living is a dream, it is a dream butterfly that makes the water color vibrate

Enough of the cold rain and the blue sky