Lyrics of Fan Yichen's drunken brothel

Sandalwood dotted lips

Between the forehead with mandarin duck yellow light wipe

The outline of years in the bronze mirror

The light is weak

There are a lot of strokes on the eyebrows

Gold foil cut into decals

It has an attractive unique luster

There is nothing more to say

Since the fall of the wind and dust

What's wrong with making a real joke

Even a dream

There's no need to break it

Brothel full

Only the sound of wind and rain was silent outside the door

The late me

Although slightly drunk, but still the country

Fluttering painted silk

It's enough to take all the heart

All captured

All confused

Sandalwood dotted lips

Between the forehead with mandarin duck yellow light wipe

The outline of years in the bronze mirror

The light is weak

There are a lot of strokes on the eyebrows

Gold foil cut into decals

It has an attractive unique luster

There is nothing more to say

Since the fall of the wind and dust

What's wrong with making a real joke

Even a dream

There's no need to break it

Brothel full

Only the sound of wind and rain was silent outside the door

The brush has been dipped in ink

What are you slowly writing on rice paper

Flowers in bud

After a while in the past quietly down

Who can understand the loneliness

The candle light is weak

The night turned red

Brothel full

Only the sound of wind and rain was silent outside the door

The late me

Although slightly drunk, but still the country

Fluttering painted silk

It's enough to take all the heart

All captured

All confused