Lyrics of Hita

I turn idle sorrow into a pot of parting wine

In the middle of the night, the rain falls on the other side of the mountain

The past is like a shadow, leaving a poem

If Cheng Xian is not willing to let go

The eaves you lived in are wet with dew

With ink painting into the distant late autumn

The shadow of the candle makes people laugh at themselves and flows eastward like duckweed

Call the moon to melt the afterglow

When midsummer comes, roll the curtain and sing

The moon shines on Jiuzhou

Some happy, some sad

Several high-rise buildings drink fine wine

How many people live in the street

Years later, the snow blows your brow white

Rub shoulders with me

You are whispering a familiar statement

Don't look back when strangers burst into tears

In the ripples of oars, the world is still the same

The moon shines on Jiuzhou

Some happy, some sad

Several high-rise buildings drink fine wine

How many families are living in the streets and alleys

The moon shines on Jiuzhou

Some happy, some sad

Several high-rise buildings drink fine wine

How many families are living in the streets and alleys

The moon bends to find the immortal (Wei Chanjuan)

The moon is winding and the old man is far away