The lyrics of Linglong

The curtain is moving and fragrant

In this falling season, I look back

[ink] dusk rain falls on the Willows

A drop in the heart, woven into sorrow

Turn around speechless and let go of the hand

[ink] amorous memories of Yanmo brush Rouge tears

They are all aroused by Acacia

[ink] listen to the wind outside the window, leaving piles of red leaves on the ground

Nostalgia for the place

Dark fragrance sleeves are now gaunt, yellow flowers are empty and thin

[ink] the new moon is like a hook, which one do you want to talk to

Only by borrowing a song into whose dream

The cloud outside the building is light and the spring is cold in March

Who's looking at the flying flowers

Like a dream, like a dream

Scenes of joys and sorrows appear as if they are far away

Unforgettable parting hands

If this is a dream, can it last forever

Who are you talking with now

After singing a piece of exquisite music, you will miss it

[ink] there was a bright moon in front of the curtain. In the old days, the night implicated the melancholy

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[ink] nostalgia for the place

Dark fragrance sleeves are now gaunt, yellow flowers are empty and thin

The new moon is like a hook, which one do you want to talk to

Only by borrowing a song into whose dream

Unforgettable parting hands

If this is a dream, can it last forever

Who are you talking with now

After singing a piece of exquisite music, you will miss it

It's better to forget the exquisite song after singing

——The End——