Lyrics of Han Yu's Night Mooring

Who is graceful in flute and pastoral music

In Qingshi lane, I sigh for the lack of human feelings

How does the paper and ink on the case outline my sadness

Flowers bloom and thank you for your whereabouts

Fishing and fire on the river

Toss and turn, this memory does not let me go

Xiao sound curls, whose melancholy blows the city

How to hide the sadness of Acacia

Who can see through the world's fireworks

Listen to the distant music, tears wet the sleeves

The story is mottled. Who can I tell you

There is no turning point in your news

Fishing and fire on the river

Toss and turn, this memory does not let me go

Xiao sound curls, whose melancholy blows the city

How to hide the sadness of Acacia

Who can see through the world's fireworks

Listen to the distant music, tears wet the sleeves

The story is mottled. Who can I tell you

There is no turning point in your news

Flowers are easy to fall, drinking alone and wandering

Wild geese return to the South and drink the cold moon

Autumn is fading

My silence falls all over the ground

Maple bridge night park, haggard my sustenance