Lyrics of a Qing's city painter

Turn the city into black and white

How can you tell right from wrong

It's a pity that the past goes against our wishes

You can only get drunk

She is painstakingly engaged in art

She is in pursuit of the position of the heart

It's a pity that pigment can't make soup

It's just bitterness

She ran and cried and laughed all the way

Thorns are all over the world, so we should follow them

Her tears flowed into a blue ocean

Her eyes slowly became empty

Her blood glowed red

Everything about her was slowly forgotten

Is putting the cart before the horse

You can be ignorant and fearless

But it's cheap enough to live

No taste

She found that no matter how much she created, it was not as good

Cash is decent

The brush is not as good as the necklace

Wearing dazzling clothes

She's hiding the picture

Depicting everything

To follow alone

Her tears flowed into a blue ocean

Her eyes slowly became empty

Her blood glowed red

Everything about her was slowly forgotten

Her sweat flowed into the blue ocean

Her heart slowly became empty

Her thoughts merged into a light

Shine alone

Turn the city into black and white

How can you tell right from wrong

It's a pity that the past goes against our wishes

You can only get drunk

She is painstakingly engaged in art

She is in pursuit of the position of the heart

It's a pity that pigment can't make soup

It's just bitterness

Her sweat flowed into the blue ocean

Her heart slowly became empty

Her thoughts merged into a light

Shine alone