Lyrics of Guo Jing's Trilogy

Young age in bud

The blooming season that year drew the curtain

You, me and him are just three people

Never thought of breaking the rules

From the day the flowers are in full bloom

We find ourselves in the plot

He and I, I and you

They all perform this tragedy

He to me, I to you than pay for the game

I've run out of courage, but I'm not awake

He learned to give up on me and you

Our trilogy in the year when flowers wither

No one said, no one was at ease

They are afraid that their roles are too bright

You, me and him are ambiguous

Hidden in the bottom of my heart, everyone is hurt

But the flowers are withering, from that day on

We come to the end of the story

He and I, you and I are performing this tragedy

He to me, I to you than pay for the game

I've run out of courage, but I'm not awake

He learned to give up on me and you

Our trilogy in the year when flowers wither

He to me, I to you than pay for the game

I've run out of courage, but I'm not awake

He learned to give up on me and you

Our trilogy in the year when flowers wither