Lyrics of Xiao Shaoyan's alternative stele

Sunset at dusk by the lake

Stars in the sky

A touch of red dust in the world

Who cares if I'm on the edge of the cliff

The wild geese return in the sunset

Autumn wind and fallen leaves

Touch the dagger

When will beauty show up again

The lotus falls from the snow

Who writes about youth

A glance through the wilderness

Who do I write for

Ice and snow bury wounds again

I hurt my heart five times

I hurt the dead

I was hurt to be nobody in the next life

Geese will go south at last

It's hard to meet without flying flowers

Who will replace you in the past 100 years

Just for a beauty show

When and for whom

All that remained was water

Memories of fish in water in seven seconds

Who is the fan in this life

Looking at the boundless

A farewell to you

It rained for three years

Someone is still in my heart

The wind blows the fallen leaves into piles

Who wants right and wrong

Flying geese and returning to the South

Whose hand is waving for me

Merits and demerits of a piece of red paper

Later generations discuss right and wrong

Snowflakes and frost fall

Who plays this song

Three years in the past

Three years later, destiny

Grasp the nature of the world

I put down the general's order

Moonlight Lake Wine

All things are immortal

Hazy and proud back

Sitting alone in this dry well for a hundred years

A song of parting is playing

It's three years later

People see through the sky

The song of parting has become rusty

Looking back on the past three years

Only a long sigh

Who will be with you again in a hundred years

Who will come to see the sunset in the east

Inscription on Acacia tablet

The pride of the heart

Some day and some year are too similar

When will the eagle spread its wings again

Because of the gossamer

The people I met were distracted

Why not sit in Shushan

I just want you to be by my side

See through the smoke and fog

Only the heart is not willing

Broken heart why

Where did I lose

Unchanging world history books

Who will lose all the way

Defeat the country to be a man

Looking at the capital alone

Only emperor's blood

It's up to others

A piece of red paper full of blood

Flying snow in June of 2003

The autumn wind blows through the ancient road

Beautiful appearance

A glass of wine is the end

Now I'm still laughing

A nursery rhyme

Write down and forget too much

Looking at the hillside in old age

I'm the only one left to drink

Who will compose music once

How many times in ancient times

A glass of wine for whom

How much Acacia rain

Walk alone in this life

Tomb of Heroes

Most of my companions are homesick

A cup of wine, a tomb