Lyrics of aunt er's not to be envied in this life

Taohuawu is full of grass and noise.

Corpse mountain sleeps for 13 years.

How can Yazheng's old guests play the flute with a low eyebrow?

I'm so sorry.

In the coffin, blood is sweet.

Crying at night brings the soul to salivate.

Why do you laugh at the river,

Give me a sword to scorn good and pick up evil?

We are friends,

The cross eyebrow makes the ghost submit,

At present, I prefer to be associated with evil spirits,

It's terrible to kill people!

Do not envy the river, green mountains and Feihong,

Call the wind and call the rain, I am free and unfettered.

Do not envy fame and gain honor,

Shura ghost road I step on infinite!

If you don't dare to cut people, you can change the irony,

It's hard to be a grave because the corpses are not red enough!

Ten million PUPPETS (all) are at your disposal, sent or indulged!

In front of the temple, there are a thousand stone Buddhas.

Close your eyes and warm your words, but it's a prophecy.

What is the entertainment, why is it boring?

The original is the most unrestrained and the most convergent.

Heaven can be learned, but the road ahead is hard to show.

It's hard to distinguish between gods and demons.

If you want to get rid of yourself, why don't you envy the good and evil,

Give me one person to know each other and walk all over the world?

We are friends,

The cross eyebrow makes the ghost submit,

At present, I prefer to be associated with evil spirits,

It's terrible to kill people!

Do not envy the river, green mountains and Feihong,

Call the wind and call the rain, I am free and unfettered.

Do not envy fame and gain honor,

Shura ghost road I step on infinite!

It's more painful to protect me.

If you confuse right and wrong, you can make a fool of the common people,

If you want to, why move everything? It's better to close your eyes!

He called the good and evil into a dream,

But I won the hearts of the people.

Let him repeat the world like the wind,

He gave up several withered and prosperous times.

Over the mountains, the dusk is hazy,

After listening to the evening bell, the remnant tombs of Yuechang Lake smile hand in hand,

Three suns, seven years together, suddenly feel the dust like a dream.

Young people do not change, grasp the original intention.