Lyrics of Cao Fang's floating house and warrior

There is a bridge at the end of the path

A very old and beautiful house

Someone passing by can't help praising it

It has a soft outline

And a lot of roses

No one knows who lives there

Would a house like that float

Who can catch it, warrior or drunkard

Tell me with your braver heart in Vietnam

Should I spend my whole life following it

We can't lie yet

Edge is the rain dripping on the dry land

May the wind blow through the desolation, so

There is a woman waiting for you in the evening wind

Her home was long gone in the evening wind

Your bravery, her talent

You have the right

The one at the end of the path

A long lost house

Where did all those people go in the end

The appearance of happiness in the oath

Live a life of vivid illusion

Who else is in the deepest heart of sorrow

Would a house like that float

What kind of window can close him

If everything is not as good as you think

Should we devote our whole life to persistence

Let's not lie

Edge is the rain dripping on the dry land

May the wind blow through the desolation, so

There is a woman waiting for you in the evening wind

Her home was long gone in the evening wind

Your bravery, her talent

You have the right

Would a house like that float

Who can catch it, warrior or drunkard

Tell me with your braver heart in Vietnam

Should I spend my whole life following it

We can't lie yet

There is a bridge at the end of the path

A very old and beautiful house

Someone passing by can't help praising it