Lyrics of Huo Zun's "not picking flowers"

The flower was not picked that day

How come you're covered in sand

It is said that flowers grow on the field

Hiding under the thorns

The flower was not picked that day

How come I've been through several winters and summers

The passers-by carved flowers on the stone

Hit me hard

Flowers do not talk about words, what is true or false

I used to be afraid of fellow travelers

They said they said there was only sand in the field

Flowers are carved on stones

The flower was not picked that day

How come I've been through several winters and summers

The passers-by carved flowers on the stone

Hit me hard

Flowers do not talk about words, what is true or false

I used to be afraid of fellow travelers

They said they said there was only sand in the field

Flowers are carved on stones

Flowers are not used to words

Young man in your heart, sleep in peace

People are getting hoarse, the voice is getting hoarse, and there are only three or two string songs left

I haven't seen flowers for many years

How many years of flowers have not withered