Lyrics of Qiao Yang's Miss Qiao

July 7

I wake up and wander outside the pavilion

imperceptibly

Come to Qiao's old house again

Old slate Street

You're in my head

I don't know

How many generations away from you

Petals in hand

One, two, three, four for you

Who was in a dream

Talk about your name one two three times

Mandarin ducks in pairs on rice paper

Who foreshadows your poems

But the end is still lonely

Birds in the branches

in the warm spring , flowers are coming out with a rush

Your eyebrows under the moon

Time will never come again

Catkins fall with the wind

Dream of the past outside the city

Waiting for the departed to return

I heard that

The old locust is a hundred years old

only a short while ago

Shouting and selling in the street

Think of that year

Miss Qiao felt helpless

it passes like this

But the peach blossom face is becoming white

Petals in hand

One, two, three, four for you

Who was in a dream

Talk about your name one two three times

Mandarin ducks in pairs on rice paper

Who foreshadows your poems

But the end is still lonely

Birds in the branches

in the warm spring , flowers are coming out with a rush

Your eyebrows under the moon

Time will never come again

Catkins fall with the wind

Dream of the past outside the city

Waiting for the departed to return

Birds in the branches

in the warm spring , flowers are coming out with a rush

Your eyebrows under the moon

Time will never come again

Catkins fall with the wind

Dream of the past outside the city

Waiting for the departed to return

Birds in the branches

in the warm spring , flowers are coming out with a rush

The moon hovers in the attic

Two or three years

Catkins fall with the wind

You sit alone on the mirror dressing table

Have old friends ever come