Lyrics of Jiang Ming's "write a song for Lao Liu"

Your poems are sung by me

The girl in Chang'an tower is still in the red tent

The banquets of the literati have long been over

They snub your laughter and your jokes

Let's have a jump, middle-aged man

The upward position just reaches the moonlight

You'd better have a red scarf and green sleeves to accompany you for a heroic night

It's better to have a pot of wine and a few moments of panic

Let's have a good cry, middle-aged man

Why come to the sultry south

Send a dusk that can bury you

In exchange for a jar of old wine you brought from the north

Lead your girl into a new era

The price of vegetables went up to three yuan a Jin

Often facing a neon on Danxia Road

Oh, oh. Say nothing

How much ambition is hard to pay, how much green silk becomes snow

It's not like the wind blowing the leaves of a book. Tea is light and wine is strong

How many singing and dancing buildings, how many grass luxuriant

It's better to have a few eyes and a cheering

Not to be happy again is like the end of a strong wind

I dare not say love is like withered grass to my lover

It's two thousand miles early tomorrow morning

Tonight's nagging half a depressed scholar

How to be reckless again is like the end of the wind

How to say love is like withered grass to lovers

It's two thousand miles early tomorrow morning

Don't come back to this enchanting world