Lyrics of Hetu yangguandiao

Who does Dao Guang fall into

Midnight battlefield desert smoke like wild grass

Frost all over the city, cold long Pavilion short bridge

Cinnabar on the brow in troubled times

Put on the black clothes, young for who left the world's smile

The sword points to the sky, and there are few people leaving Yangguan in Shanxi Province

Whose eyebrows are the ancient roads broken by wind and sand

Wine in the evening

The snow is vast, the snow is white hair, the snow is withered, and the birds are disturbed

Looking at cangxia together, going to the end of the world together, wearing plain chimera and inviting bright moon together

Broken bowstring, broken heart, broken Floating Life

The heart is like March, the heart is like waste grass, the heart is like mire

Whose corner of the eye is the eye entangled through the scabbard

He went up to the city tower, he took off his robe, and the vast sea of clouds sent him to be carefree

Whose mark is engraved on the broken wall

The voice of Qiang is thin, the world of mortals is reversed, who will rely on the fence and who will bend over

Who's heart beat when the river and mountain are swaying

Chang'an flower in flourishing age forgets the past dynasty to the setting sun

The snow is vast, the snow is white hair, the snow is withered, and the birds are disturbed

Looking at cangxia together, going to the end of the world together, wearing plain chimera and inviting bright moon together

Broken bowstring, broken heart, broken Floating Life

The heart is like March, the heart is like waste grass, the heart is like mire

Whose corner of the eye is the eye entangled through the scabbard

He went up to the city tower, he took off his robe, and the vast sea of clouds sent him to be carefree

Whose mark is engraved on the broken wall

The voice of Qiang is thin, the world of mortals is reversed, who will rely on the fence and who will bend over

Who's heart beat when the river and mountain are swaying

Chang'an flower in flourishing age forgets the past dynasty to the setting sun

Who are you holding and running all the way

The clamor of the wolf smoke and beacon fire

Who cooks wine all his life

The embrace of the dandelion