Lyrics of xiaoqu'er's old city

Old city

No one is waiting for the lamp, the frost is cold, and the one who comes is stunned

How many people should be the old city when they smell the dust before hoof

The thick branches withered early in my dream

But still use new blood to whitewash residual red

The edge sound is still outstanding

If you don't really hear it, it's human grief

I promise you that the beacon fire will bring forth the red candle

My old friend laughed at me that year

The rain in front of the pavilion looks like a light wave

Cover up how much loneliness

A handful of Loess

A few people or laugh or wake up or crazy

A letter for you

I remember the full moon and flowers here

I whipped my horse and didn't want to look back

There were few old friends with umbrellas that year

There are always too many concerns about Chi Xin Fang Cun

Isn't it cool and thin

If I take my old age to compensate you for your gentleness

Can you look forward to a smile

All over the world

A lifetime is enough

A boat on a long cold mountain