Lyrics of Diao Han's caihualang

The wind is gentle and willows are about to sprout. I'm going to search for spring flowers alone.

Who can know what is the price of love, love is the price of love.

The spring breeze blows the flowers open. I pick the flowers.

I don't know whether she can wear it or not.

I asked her if she loved flowers or not. The flower lover, go and put it on.

You say you love flowers as much as I do. Join me in picking flowers hand in hand.

The clouds under the setting sun reflect it red. You are like a flower when it shines on you.

Pick to pick to pick to your feet, pick a beautiful flower ah.

The wind is gentle and willows are about to sprout. I'm going to search for spring flowers alone.

Who can know what is the price of love, love is the price of love.

The spring breeze blows the flowers open. I pick the flowers.

I don't know if she can put on the flowers in my heart.

I asked her if she loved flowers or not. The flower lover, go and put it on.

You say you love flowers as much as I do. Join me in picking flowers hand in hand.

The clouds under the setting sun reflect it red. You are like a flower when it shines on you.

Pick to pick to pick to your feet, pick a beautiful flower ah.

I asked her if she loved flowers or not. The flower lover, go and put it on.

You say you love flowers as much as I do. Join me in picking flowers hand in hand.

The clouds under the setting sun reflect it red. You are like a flower when it shines on you.

Pick to pick to pick to your feet, pick a beautiful flower ah.