Lyrics of Yin Lin's Luo Mei Jian

The morning of Huashan is dark, the light is dim, and the mountain is dying in the depths of white clouds

Plum or snow stop and fly, no place to return

The red crane's sword Qi is like frost

Flowers, moon and stars

Last night, peach blossoms bloomed in a few shades of spring, inside and outside

I'm afraid the dust will hold hands and linger with each other

Suddenly cicadas do autumn has come, flowers flying dream scattered to the air

The wind and the moon are like snow and mud, the claws are like snow and mud, the head of the fly is scrawled

Life and death hate to sue

The setting sun's blood shines on the right and wrong

Rain to stop spitting cold plum long farewell

The inscriptions slant out of the window for a long time

Last night, peach blossoms bloomed in a few shades of spring, inside and outside

I'm afraid the dust will hold hands and linger with each other

Suddenly cicadas do autumn has come, flowers flying dream scattered to the air

The wind and the moon are like snow and mud, the claws are like snow and mud, the head of the fly is scrawled