Lyrics of Yin Lin's Shuo Yu Meng

People say there are more than dreams here,

There are traces of the past on the 12th floor.

The wind and the wadding under the eyes are floating in it,

My heart is surging.

Young people don't know who they are,

The plum blossoms on the clothes are red on the lips.

Then a thousand words embrace each other,

Each is divided into West and East.

Ferry white rain line,

The canoe shakes away.

I hope there is another way,

Don't forget the loss.

The mountains are high and the waters are long,

My eyes are in my hometown.

How many times in this world,

Pleasure is absurd.

People say we can meet along the dream,

It's hard to be the same today as it was in the past.

Two sleeves dyed, northwest southeast wind,

The vassal is calm.

As a guest of heaven and earth,

You are also expected to rise and fall from the sea of people.

Most cherish the liver and gallbladder once shine, eyes once empty,

Each has his own courage.

Outside the eaves, there is white rain,

In a trance.

In the meantime, young people are not old,

Although lost, not forgotten.

Traveling all over the mountains and rivers,

So my eyes are full of heart.

Stooping to pick up from the end of the dream,

Long streamer.