Lyrics of Lin Xieyang's long song

I can't bear to smile, I'm old when I'm tired

With Xiexi mountain on the day

The wine is thin and the road is two

Only when you pick up the wind can you be called pottery

A long song and the world's tiny hair

Laugh at me, laugh at me, talk about separation and reunion

It should be noted that all kinds of world conditions are wrong, and there is a gap between white horses

This is a gift, or a secret, dare to talk about what to do

Not weekly wind blade wash Mo River soul to catch the peak to catch the moon to ask impermanence

Three feet heart hot break nine frost knife cold hundred years old like a river flowing boundless

The wind and cloud can't bear to be grasped, and you will be old when you step on every floor

All the people are suffering. Hold up the lamp to shine

Only when I have a soul in my heart can I achieve my ambition

You can take advantage of the waves only when you bring them up and down

Long song and song, who escape the injury are all in the arms of the gully

Laugh at me, laugh at me, talk about separation and reunion

It's hard to be a wanderer. He only goes to the end of the road to get through my seven orifices

This is a gift, or a secret, dare to talk about what to do

Not weekly wind blade wash Mo River soul to catch the peak to catch the moon to ask impermanence

Three feet heart hot break nine frost knife cold hundred years old like a river flowing boundless

If you don't believe in the return of your soul and don't practice the afterlife, the Buddha dares to follow the wave in yiyewen's impermanence

Three feet heart hot break nine frost knife cold hundred years old like a river flowing boundless