Lyrics of Hetu's missing Chang'an

The dew on the grass leaves under the ancient trees in the village is not dry

In the morning fog, the ferryboat sang a song and passed the small river

I lay on the roof with my arms on my back and thought all night

Who talks about Chang'an on paper

The bridge deck is like frosting, the sole is cold, stepping over the bluestone slab

The girl who wipes her shoulders has a curved eyebrow and a quiet smile

I got on the fender of the ferry with my luggage on my back and looked back

In the village outline, the smoke gradually rises and spreads

I suddenly began to miss the story of Chang'an crazily

I travel day and night, wading mountains and rivers, the road is long

Along the way, thousands of miles to see flowers bloom a few turns

The wind of spring, summer, autumn and winter caresses my hair in turn

I passed by a small town. The night was as cool as water. The moon was bending in the sky

Passing by Jiangnan, I saw the scholar sleeping on the willow bank

All the bustling streets

Passing by Luoyang, I saw a young lady embroidering peonies in a painting building

I began to dream about Chang'an every night

There are three hundred songs in Chang'an city

The sun was shining and the wind was soft when we arrived

But why am I suddenly at a loss in Chang'an

It's not my imagination that I can imagine the great hall

I had a picture in my heart, a picture of it

Chang'an city suddenly began to rain, wet the prosperous vicissitudes

In the panic crowd, I forgot the direction when I came

That year I turned and left

The sound of the water was far away from the bank

Does the village still exist

Thousands of miles away, I look back