Lyrics of orchid in guanmu Village

The blue line, the green line, the blue line, is a brilliant color

Give birth to a blue flower really love dead people

The number of seedlings in that field is higher than that of sorghum

The daughters of the thirteen provinces count the blue flowers

The matchmaker in the first month will decide in February

In March, we meet in April

The third team is blowing two teams

Leaving my love behind, my brother carried him into the Zhou family

The blue flower came out of the sedan chair and took photos again

It's like a grave to find the monkey Laozi of the Zhou family

You're going to die. You're going to die early

When you die, I'll go

Carry the mutton in your hand and put the cake in your arms

I'll fight my life to go to your brother's house

I see my love brother, there are endless words

We've been living and dying together