Lyrics of Jiang Chao's fengchennv

A top media singer's joys and sorrows

There is no shortage of passers-by at the end of the world

Vermilion paper fans add you a few feet of thin outline

Fate is split by the secular

My sleeves are as clear as the wind

But toss and turn for you

If you are separated from each other, you are bumpy in wandering

Even if I can see you

Your face is misty with tears, and your dress is dancing

The endless sorrow of separation is deep in your eyes

I miss my lost pupil

The leaves fall at the end of the play, and the mottle of fate lingers there

My sleeves are as clear as the wind

But toss and turn for you

If you are separated from each other, you are bumpy in wandering

Even if I can see you

Your face is misty with tears, and your dress is dancing

The endless sorrow of separation is deep in your eyes

I miss my lost pupil

The leaves fall at the end of the play, and the mottle of fate lingers there

Your face is hazy, I didn't understand it

Countless sorrows of separation are deep in your eyes

I miss my lost pupil

The leaves fall at the end of the play, and the mottle of fate lingers there