The window paper was dim with candle shadows
The sound of the flute is constantly involved
Blowing a song away from injury
I'm not willing to wipe my sleeve lightly
Walking in the clear water pool with an oil umbrella
It's cool when the wind blows
Who is still waiting to lean on the ancient building
Turn around and sigh
The wind is bleak and the rain is cold and the people are sad
Sincere and sincere
Even if you are not willing to be obsessed with it
It's hard to hate, but hard to love
Dancing and dancing
I sincerely hope you will return
Tian Hongyan looks back at the city
The past has become a cloud
The window paper was dim with candle shadows
The sound of the flute is constantly involved
Blowing a song away from injury
Not willing to wipe your sleeve lightly
Walking in the clear water pool with an oil umbrella
It's cool when the wind blows
Who is still waiting to lean on the ancient building
Turn around and sigh
The wind is bleak and the rain is cold and the people are sad
Sincere and sincere
Even if you are not willing to be obsessed with it
It's hard to hate, but hard to love
Dancing and dancing
I sincerely hope you will return
Tian Hongyan looks back at the city
The past has become a cloud
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