Lyrics of Hong Chen's Hua Yue Diao

A kind of

She plays zither in the green

Long eyebrows, green temples, and fine clothes

In my dream, I seem to have met

A kind of

He tossed the book at the sound

Shake the fan and walk, gazing at the flowers

Looking at the exile

A kind of

Soft smile and soft words

When the song is cold, the warbler turns

One inch of my heart, I was infected by Acacia

A kind of

Breaking the moon and sighing the short spring night at dusk

The wind comes slowly, the fragrance is full

When is the time to change the time

A kind of

She stood in front of the cloud window

Graceful and delicate

Shining flowers in the water, plucking strings at leisure

A kind of

He is young in the wind

Fine horse light shirt, gentleman modest

Tall buildings leaning on each other

A kind of

Soft smile and soft words

When the song is cold, the warbler turns

One inch of my heart, I was infected by Acacia

A kind of

Breaking the moon and sighing the short spring night at dusk

The wind comes slowly, the fragrance is full

When is the time to change the time

A kind of

Full court flowers linger under the shade

Falling flowers lead to lovesickness and resentment

Meet Fu Yi, secretly love in the heart

A kind of

The heart of heaven is full and the moon is bright

Miss Liu Si

The breeze caresses his face for me