The lyrics of Xuanyuan's "5"

A dream of waking up

Close to the eaves of Jingzhe, light rain falls, and the door is in a mess

I heard Pipa on the Jiangnan Road

Flowers and jade

Yiyi leaves and sighs the end of my life like smoke and rain

Searching in the bamboo forest

Where can I find the Sutra

I drink a jar alone, my heart is like a raindrop, sighing the fate of a hero

How fragrant is the cup

I can't go back to the village without the mist

The stone road is empty, and the flowers are still blooming. Who will arouse the ripples in my heart

Memory copies like smoke how to write

Autumn lights wither in Beijing night, maple leaves dye love, silver frost dye temples

And I was so drunk that I couldn't wake up

Flowers and jade

Yiyi leave, gently sound down thousand turn, never leave sigh

Sound seeking in the bamboo forest

Pipa leads me to Huaming

She solo a piece of memories of Jiangnan

The evening wind blows the eyes and eyebrows

The first time I asked my old friend, is he still waiting for the endless string sound in his previous life

The stone road is empty and the old flowers are gone

Toast to each other

How can I wake up when memory is like smoke

I watched her quietly parachute into the landscape