Song lyrics of Xiaojia in Jiangnan

The old wine outside the village seems to have been drunk for thousands of years

Flying catkins are still nostalgic

Look at the slow stream. It's the tenderness of parting

At dawn the wind chime hung in the window

Let me walk alone on my old friend's road

Eaves outside the city, rain leak turned into the past waiting

It's no longer the tower of Paris

Listen to the intermittent greetings, sticky clothes make Qingxiu

Cover the shy picture like autumn

One person is waiting for one person to the end

The falling sun has dyed the battlefield red

The sword and gun of resentment covered with smoke of gunpowder

Who filled my last glass of wine in the long night

After drunk, the past is also thin

Eaves outside the city, rain leak turned into the past waiting

It's no longer the tower of Paris

Listen to the intermittent greetings, sticky clothes make Qingxiu

Cover the shy picture like autumn

Waiting for the last one

The falling sun has dyed the battlefield red

The sword and gun of resentment covered with smoke of gunpowder

Who filled my last glass of wine in the long night

After drunk, the past is also thin

How many peach blossoms are there in the fireworks

The lady in the boudoir is waiting for you to see her again

As if in a fairyland, there are scholars embracing each other in white

See women blush, misty rain

In a flash, thousands of horses are bloody

The beauty of the mountains and rivers, the battle with armour turned into ruins

It is said that fishing boats are missing from the mythical riverbank

Breaking Jiangnan with armour

The falling sun has dyed the battlefield red

The sword and gun of resentment covered with smoke of gunpowder

Who filled my last glass of wine in the long night

After drunk, the past is also thin