The lyrics of Tangqiao in early summer

Meet again in Kutan mine, hold a scar in the palm

Wen Sheng asks a stranger, are you afraid

I don't have much to worry about

It's hard to avoid loneliness, so I venture to talk to someone

It's a good place to die, no care, only a willow bud

Don't wear your shirt with me

But the short and long love scissors keep growing

Still lingering to wish to tieshuhua

For one person, he failed the world's haze

The words between lips and teeth to the sound of sand

In the seventh year, I cut my heart in tears

Irrigate the withered branches in winter with warm blood

The most difficult part of that rare affair is to get away from it

Feitiandun didn't escape from tarsal shackles

Drink another bowl of tea, forget the memories on the river

Still not willing to domesticate, far away by the green Jianjia fall night frost

In the end, it's the past, seven false and three true

Muddled fate to find in rush time

No spring flowers, no autumn clouds

Maybe it's a big year for no reason

Old Shanghai streets kiss Kowloon Ferry

Seventy years later, it's hard to remember the beautiful dream of floating life

Only a few inches of starry sky on a summer night seemed to touch his eyes

Disturbing my poor soul

Donating one's life generously to live up to the world's colorful life

Fighting against the great ship of the times

The stars open the door

Slip on spring ice and fall into underground mud and dust

I want to shout out my questions to this era

When the light goes out, words are lost on the tongue

If he's lucky, he's heard of chaos breaking away from his wheelchair

I'm still waiting to see the plants grow deeper with stubborn enthusiasm

Just now you shed tears and kiss me. The scar on my palm looks like him