Lyrics of snow and frost millennium by Katherine meow

Pear flowers around the corner of my clothes

Back to the red curtain

Listen to the Oriole on the branch, the wind in the ditch

The blue oar on the boat pushes away the mist

It's more than half a day

The lush scenery turned yellow

In the wind of fading temperature

Then we can see clearly what we are here

The melting of dusk makes the dark green

Who am I in this old street

Just a little bit of rain will be enough to whitewash this right and wrong

When the moon rises, who knocks on the door

Moss green slate Street

Mottled years like flowing water

Three cups and two cups of wine

Between your indifferent brows

A glimpse of the joys and sorrows of parting

The pavilions are flying with dust and fog

Showing mottled stone steps

In the eye is the falling leaves, but the grass goes to the deep yard

There are two Qiong cups on the small table

Close your eyes and listen to the breeze

There seems to have been laughter lingering in this high Xuan

The clouds move, the cicadas sing, the rain falls, the ripples stir

The world is outlined by Cun rub and dye

The first glance of the origin has fixed the three lives for thousands of years

Who am I in this old street

Just a little bit of rain will be enough to whitewash this right and wrong

When the moon rises, who knocks on the door

Moss green slate Street

Mottled years like flowing water

Three cups and two cups of wine

Between your indifferent brows

A glimpse of the joys and sorrows of parting

In March, pear blossoms and snows bloom and fail for several years

Black and white, black and white, blue and white interspersed with helplessness

When did the crescent moon first appear on the riverside at that time

And who am I treating

Looking back at this pavilion for thousands of years

Remember who you are

Only the moon is faint enough to outline this right and wrong

Wait for this recollection to gush, have already shed tears between trance

Fengshili Long Street

Who is frowning behind the red curtain

A dream of mulberry, bamboo and peach land

Place of farewell in samsara

May we meet again in this life

Melt your brow

Sorrow, frost and snow