Lyrics of Dong Zhen's Hua Xiang Rong

How much laughter and pain does the spring breeze turn over the novel

The sun wakes the dream

The heart is like a clock without heart, a cold face

Who really understands my joy and sorrow

Miss pour into the wine glass, the night is slightly drunk, the moonlight is cold

Some people sing in a soft voice, the past is always with the wind

She is still waiting in the crowd

Life is just like seeing for the first time, why meet again

In a hurry day and night, clouds think about clothes and flowers think about looks

Spring, summer, autumn and winter

Love in a hurry hate in a hurry

Turn it into a drop of tears and stir up the storm

Miss pour into the wine glass, the night is slightly drunk, the moonlight is cold

Some people sing in a soft voice, the past is always with the wind

She is still waiting in the crowd

Life is just like seeing for the first time, why meet again

In a hurry day and night, clouds think about clothes and flowers think about looks

Spring, summer, autumn and winter

Love in a hurry hate in a hurry

Turn it into a drop of tears and stir up the storm

In a hurry day and night, clouds think about clothes and flowers think about looks

Spring, summer, autumn and winter

Love in a hurry hate in a hurry

Turn it into a drop of tears and stir up the storm

In a hurry day and night, clouds think about clothes and flowers think about looks

The joys and sorrows of life are almost the same