Lyrics of "hundred flowers tomb" by master Dongshan

Fragrant herbs, thin willows and misty rain,

It's hard to say goodbye.

I'll go before I marry a scholar, and I'll be in tears,

Since ancient times, there have been a few poems about beauty.

The west wind blew out a few pairs of sacrificial candles,

Qingqing gradually light into the moon.

Also see the hundred flowers grave, flowers smile Chan Juan,

I've never been deeply in love, but I've got a monument.

Hate inch inch, dream far away, Yan pressure flowers will eventually tired,

Qiaoyang two Jun maybe he was born in samsara to continue his wish.

Feeling inch, soul far away,

Deep in the night of Yangcheng, you are lonely and affectionate.

Don't eat life, don't die,

Jueming's poem of Fu hateful.

The title of my skirt and tears scissors,

I leave this with you all day long.

Fragrant herbs, thin willows and misty rain,

It's hard to say goodbye.

I'll go before I marry a scholar, and I'll be in tears,

Since ancient times, there have been a few poems about beauty.

The west wind blew out a few pairs of sacrificial candles,

Qingqing gradually light into the moon.

Also see the hundred flowers grave, flowers smile Chan Juan,

I've never been deeply in love, but I've got a monument.

Hate inch inch, dream far away, Yan pressure flowers will eventually tired,

Qiaoyang two Jun maybe he was born in samsara to continue his wish.

Feeling inch, soul far away,

I'm not afraid of abandoning chaos in my life.

Deep in the night of Yangcheng, you are lonely and affectionate.

Hate inch inch, dream far away, Yan pressure flowers will eventually tired,

Qiaoyang two Jun maybe he was born in samsara to continue his wish.

Inch soul, far away,

The end of my life,

Deep in the night of Yangcheng, you are lonely and affectionate.