Lyrics of a sentence and a wound by Ma Xiaojun

How much mottled moss does it take to get into the wall

How much rain will you hold up the paper umbrella

The falling flowers were still a few times outside the pavilion

I can't bear to think of the running water calling me away

The wind disturbed the river bank and sighed the weeping poplar

You look down

The setting sun reflected on the eaves and slanted on the wooden lattice windows

Leisurely old time, but I am sad

There's nothing to say about every injury

You sit and watch fate end

When the idea has turned, more regret

It's just empty talk

There's nothing to say about every injury

I got up and quietly picked up incense

I stopped imagining you

Close your eyes and be stubborn

How much mottled moss does it take to get into the wall

How much rain will you hold up the paper umbrella

The falling flowers were still a few times outside the pavilion

I can't bear to think of the running water calling me away

The wind disturbed the river bank and sighed the weeping poplar

You bowed your head and sighed the past

The setting sun reflected on the eaves and slanted on the wooden lattice windows

Leisurely old time, but I am sad

There's nothing to say about every injury

You sit and watch fate end

When the idea has turned, more regret

It's just empty talk

There's nothing to say about every injury

I got up and quietly picked up incense

I stopped imagining you

Close your eyes and be stubborn

There's nothing to say about every injury

You sit and watch fate end

When the idea has turned, more regret

It's just empty talk

There's nothing to say about every injury

I got up and quietly picked up incense

I stopped imagining you

Close your eyes and be stubborn