Lyrics of Zhou Yanhong's Yi Ya Lai ou

Zhou Yanhong

Come to Europe

In the arms of mountains, snow turns into clouds,

The vast sea of clouds is a heart made of water.

Suddenly a shower of rain moistened the emerald screen,

The grass on the horizon makes the sight transparent.

Heaven is not too far away, the heart is so warm,

I don't blame the city for its short spring, but I hate it's too late to meet.

Cutting prosperous and beautiful, making Earth clothes and skirts,

There are red dragonflies flying around.

Ah! Come on, come on, come on,

Ah! Come on, come on, come on.

Ah! Come on, come on, come on,

Ah! Come on, come on, come on.

In the arms of mountains, snow turns into clouds,

The vast sea of clouds is a heart made of water.

Suddenly a shower of rain moistened the emerald screen,

The grass on the horizon makes the sight transparent.

Heaven is not too far away, the heart is so warm,

The Spring Festival Gala is full of resentment.

Cutting prosperous and beautiful, making Earth clothes and skirts,

There are red dragonflies flying around.

Ah! Come on, come on, come on,

Ah! Come on, come on, come on.

Ah! Come on, come on, come on,

Ah! Come on, come on, come on.

Ah! Come on, come on, come on,

Ah! Come on, come on, come on.

Ah! Come on, come on, come on,

Ah! Come on, come on, come on.