The lyrics of Xuanyuan's "8"

The legend of cloud dream

I once loved a man deeply, but later he fell in love with my brother.

He said that where there are clouds, there are dreams. Where there are dreams, there must be clouds.

So there is the immortal legend of cloud dream in the river and lake.

Dream does not sleep, the cloud does not return, the night is dark

The sound of the horse's hooves trampling on the flowers, and it's circuitous to go back

When the situation moved, who was in the court embracing Spring Court snow

Preface to the poem on the old volume of the clear night

The red clothes are better than the blood mist

You invite fireworks to Jiangnan for a drink

Shanyu League says that the friendship between gentlemen is always as light as water

There is nothing to say

You talk about the wind and the moon, he only smiles in vain

Alone, you will taste all kinds of love

At last, he cut off the red knot with his own sword

But still remember the soul and dream

The mountains are covered with snow and never wither for a thousand years

Tree ring is the reincarnation of you waiting for him

A bamboo ring, write down your joke about that year

He answered with a smile

The words on the tombstone beside the lonely city are cold

Raise a glass again and the shadow crisscross, the person is greedy drunk

How to imitate your unfinished pen when you raise your hand

Self deception, you have already returned

You talk about the wind and the moon, he only smiles in vain

Alone, you will taste all kinds of love

At last, he cut off the red knot with his own sword

I'm still holding you back

The mountains are covered with snow and never wither for a thousand years

Tree ring is the reincarnation of you waiting for him

A bamboo ring, write down your joke about that year

He vowed to die

Ten years ago, you had a good friend with him

Now will it be decided to tie up with Liang Shangyan

When the end is healed, if you look at love again

Can cloud and dream meet again

I'm still going all over the old place by myself

Through the bamboo ring, I recall the years when the clouds were light and the dreams were light

At that time, it was not in the dust