The lyrics of "Bluebird ballad 1 & 2"

Sparrow ballad

The happiness of life is a pot of old wine for new ballads,

Shake off frost and bird hair, snow covered bridge waist.

Picturesque mountains and rivers, with a stroke of your hand, the green and yellow grass,

Young friends are old, when the moon is bright.

I'm going to fight for Hongduan, and I'm going to shake from now on,

For the time being, old red robes,

Full of ice and snow, drinking lonely forever,

Pillow soldiers cold, listen to the rest of life Qiaoqiao, sing all parting tune.

Life is like the past

Life is the same as before, if you don't get a chance to see it again

Life is like seeing without saying a word

Life is like speechless ink stone shaking out from the bottom of golden fan

After counting the grudges and sorrows of parting, he said that when is the best time to live,

I'm glad to see that the sky is high,

The wind and sand come and go, it's hard to stop fighting, and I gradually see that there are few recruits,

One side of the light flag is painted with the waist of Chu, and the spring returns early.

The happiness of life is a pot of old wine for new ballads,

Shake off frost and bird hair, snow covered bridge waist.

Picturesque mountains and rivers, with a stroke of your hand, the green and yellow grass,

Young friends are old, when the moon is bright.

I'm going to fight for Hongduan, and I'm going to shake from now on,

For the time being, old red robes,

Full of ice and snow, drinking lonely forever,

Pillow soldiers cold, listen to the rest of life Qiaoqiao, sing all parting tune.

At that time, the light steps were winding, and the actors were wearing red gauze,

To persuade you to drink, a thousand cups are few,

There are no returning birds,

The green sparrow knows the bleak tune of Fu, and has no words to mourn.

I'm going to fight for Hongduan, and I'm going to shake from now on,

At that time, the light steps were winding, and the actors were wearing red gauze,

You drink in your dream, you drink less,

The fruit on the stone, the bird on the terrace,

Finally a smile, spring and autumn fan gently shake, rise and fall of empty self disturbance.