Lyrics of three thousand by Zhang Zhicheng

The corners of her mouth did not slide or rise

Sipping into the horizontal line, the eye is quiet

Nothing

See too much taste like a circle of lake

The fall of the knife, the black hair

No tears clean face, morning bell Wu, right and wrong are all with the wind

A period of war in the past

Three thousand favours integrate three thousand troubles

Why are people so fragile and knives so sharp

How many chests does the palm of the hand of the ten fold cling to

After all, love is just a kind of hot

Who is crazy, who is crazy, who is stupid, finally sublimate with cold

One love may solve ten years' worries, but the one who doesn't love her disappears behind the door

How much tenderness, how many tears into a cloud of the past

She quietly closed her eyes, and those ups and downs turned into great compassion

The mountain line of incense winding around the dawn is the body covered with beautiful clothes, and it is also beautiful

When she twists and turns around the mountain road, yesterday was just the withered leaves under the cliff

No one thought of the spring, summer, autumn and winter that no one mentioned

Joy and sorrow are deeply precipitated between her eyebrows

Love is no longer between her lips and teeth

Three thousand favours integrate three thousand troubles

Why are people so fragile and knives so sharp

How many chests does the palm of the hand of the ten fold cling to

After all, love is just a kind of hot

Who is crazy, who is crazy, who is stupid, finally sublimate with cold

One love may solve ten years' worries, but the one who doesn't love her disappears behind the door

It's become great compassion