Lyrics of Hita's Floating Life

Whose flute is sounding far away,

How many years of floating life,

Whose family sings the broken golden silk string,

The west wind stirs the cold tower,

Who Emei light convergence, sleeve dance fleeting time,

Who can stand up to the end of the world,

Who has been away for several times,

The flowering period is gradually far away, and the time has passed,

It's better to forget each other in this world,

There is no wind, no moon and stars hanging in the sky tonight,

After listening to the sound of the flute, I can see that the flowers are fading away from the sky,

When we see each other again, we will know that life has not stopped,

If you wave your sleeve and say goodbye, there will be thousands of clouds,

There are thousands of people hanging around,

If we say goodbye to each other for ever,

Cangshan is full of snow,

One hundred years later, I look at it,

Sigh, only sigh, he made a vow lightly,

The thousand year curse light annihilation, completed whose wish,

When he disappeared, she kept her youth far away,

It's better to forget each other in this world,

There is no wind, no moon and stars hanging in the sky tonight,

After listening to the sound of the flute, I can see that the flowers are fading away from the sky,

When we see each other again, we will know that life has not stopped,

If you wave your sleeve and say goodbye, there will be thousands of clouds,

There are thousands of people hanging around,

If we say goodbye to each other for ever,

Cangshan is full of snow,

One hundred years later, I look at it,

Sigh, only sigh, he made a vow lightly,

The thousand year curse light annihilation, completed whose wish,

When he disappeared, she kept her youth far away,

It's better to forget each other in this world,

There is no wind, no moon and stars hanging in the sky tonight,

After listening to the sound of the flute, I can see that the flowers are fading away from the sky,

When we see each other again, we will know that life has not stopped,

Whose flute is sounding far away,

How many years,

Whose family sings the broken golden silk string,

Only the west wind is cold.