Lyrics of Hita

It's cold in the world

Where is the best friend

Night is not central, thousands of gold scattered, sell wine, smile on the moon

Young people don't know how to travel

The silver grates are broken at the stroke

At that time, I will, and now, I will also recall

The wind sings, the knife shines cool

In the twinkling of an eye, romantic also vicissitudes

Wuling Road, from now on, no one will lead the horse, thunder will sing again

When the morning light breaks, who will fall

Tea meet tears

Frown double eyebrows, trance, dust frost fade

When you know you are drunk, a beautiful woman sings with tears, and geese fly south

Red gauze drooping, speechless, choking, laughing, who is sad

Junmoche, the spring breeze blowing in front of the bottle, was the white jade pendant

A dream back, not back to the moon

Singing for you

The wind sings, the knife shines cool

In the twinkling of an eye, romantic also vicissitudes

Wuling Road, from now on, no one will lead the horse, thunder will sing again

When the morning light breaks, who will fall

Tea meet tears

Frown double eyebrows, trance, dust frost fade

When you know you are drunk, a beautiful woman sings with tears, and geese fly south

Red gauze drooping, speechless, choking, laughing, who is sad

Junmoche, the spring breeze blowing in front of the bottle, was the white jade pendant

A dream back, not back to the moon

Singing for you

When you know you are drunk, a beautiful woman sings with tears, and geese fly south

Red gauze drooping, speechless, choking, laughing, who is sad

Junmoche, the spring breeze blowing in front of the bottle, was the white jade pendant

A dream back, not back to the moon

Singing for you