The lyrics of a thousand years of frost and snow

Pear flower fragrance

Around the corner of the clothes

Back to the red curtain

Listen to the oriole in the branches

The fine wind flows around the fingers

Boat boat

The blue oar pushes the mist away

It's more than half a day

Lush scenery in the past

All yellow

The wind that fades away the temperature

Wordless traction

Then we can see clearly what we are here

The melting of Twilight

Indistinctly obscure, verdant

Looking back at the old street

Who am I in the clouds

Just a little bit of rain

That's enough to whitewash this

Waiting for the moon

Who knocks at the door

Moss green slate Street

Mottled years like flowing water

Drink three cups and two cups

The tangled complex

Between your indifferent brows

A glimpse of the joys and sorrows of parting

Pavilion now

Dust flying, fog scattering, fluorescence dancing

Showing mottled stone steps

In the eye is the falling of the English

Grass in deep hospital

Hurdle bar

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 the high Pavilion

Clouds move and cicadas sing in silence

Rain falls and ripples

The world is outlined by Cun rub and dye

A glimpse of the origin

It has been fixed for three thousand years

Looking back at the old street

Who am I in the clouds

Just a little bit of rain

That's enough to whitewash this

When the moon rises

Who knocks at the door

Moss green slate Street

Mottled years like flowing water

Drink three cups and two cups

The tangled complex

Between your indifferent brows

A glimpse of the joys and sorrows of parting

Pear blossom snow in March

It's been a few years, but it's been a failure

Black and white strokes

There is no alternative in the red and green

When the moon bends

When did it first appear on the riverside

And who am I treating

Looking back in this pavilion

Who are you when I remember you in a thousand years

As long as the moon is dim

It is enough to outline the right and wrong

When the memories come back

Tears have fallen between trance

Fengshili Long Street

Who is frowning behind the red curtain

A dream of mulberry, bamboo and peach land

Another place in samsara

May we meet again in this life

Melt the frost and snow between your brows