Lyrics of Xiao Menglin's dark moonlight

The dusk is thin in the west, and the autumn is sparse in the fields

Old geese flying through the forest

Stop and leave at the intersection of small villages

I put my heart into my heart and sing a song of love and hate

The moon is like ink, the pen is full of meaning, and the figure is dancing

How many flowers bloom in the courtyard

The gentleness of the tip of the nose is the autumn I see through now

When the bowl of wine warm little sorrow

Gentle fading in memory, the moon sad silence

The red candle burns out the promise of a lifetime

Depicting love that cannot be recognized

Gentle fading in memory, how should moonlight dream

The red candle burns out the promise of a lifetime

I only hate the west wind for wasting away your beautiful scenery

The moon is like ink, the pen is full of meaning, and the figure is dancing

How many flowers bloom in the courtyard

The gentleness of the tip of the nose is the autumn I see through now

When the bowl of wine warm little sorrow

Gentle fading in memory, the moon sad silence

A promise to burn out

Depict love that you can't recognize

Gentle fading in memory, how should moonlight dream

The red candle burns out the promise of a lifetime

I only hate the west wind for wasting away your beautiful scenery

Gentle fading in memory, the moon sad silence

The red candle burns out the promise of a lifetime

Depicting love that cannot be recognized

Gentle fading in memory, how should moonlight dream

The red candle burns out the promise of a lifetime

I only hate the west wind for wasting away your beautiful scenery