Lyrics of Hetu Haitang jiuman

Quiet days are like a city, the door can't hold my eyes

The legend is as beautiful as a dream at sunset

21 bowls of Begonia wine filled my hometown

But no bowl of wine can see my girl

As always, she is still waiting in the distance

Thin clothes and clear eyes occupy the moonlight

Life is too short, every sunset is far away

The moon is short and the sea is full of smoke

Qiang Guan's melancholy stretching thousands of miles

Don't dress up, take the bluebird to dream, my girl

Populus euphratica buried in the vast Yellow sand

All the wishes that have been made will wither into desolation at last

The last chapter of the broken Battle Flag standing guard City

Can I see her like this bowl of wine in my hand

As always, she is still waiting in the distance

Thin clothes and clear eyes occupy the moonlight

Life is too short, every sunset is far away

The moon is short and the sea is full of smoke

Qiang Guan's melancholy stretching thousands of miles

Don't dress up, take the bluebird to dream, my girl

Beating the big flag with battle drum, pouring blood and soaking spear

Iron armor pierces the distant Begonia wine

Drink and forget, I finally go in the right direction

Who lights me up at the end of the bridge at night

Don't forget, the girl picked him up on July 14