MC Yang Yi's lyrics of sunset by the lake at dusk

At dusk and sunset, the lake side stars reappear

A dream in the world, who accompany me at the edge of the cliff

The sunset reflects the autumn wind and leaves of Guiyan

When will the beauty of touching this broken sword come again

Love and hatred of youth

Who can I write this heartbreaking chapter of the wilderness

Ice and snow buries the scar to break the heart again

Hurt to exterminate, this soul hurt to the next life is not human

Wild geese are going south, butterflies are flying and flowers are hard to meet

Who will be replaced by you for a hundred years

When to cry for whom, only confusion in the water

Seven seconds to remember the fish in the water

Sigh this boundless, write a farewell, you send thousands of miles

It's been raining for three years, but someone is still in my heart

Who is right and wrong when the wind blows and leaves pile up

Who's hand waving for me

A piece of red paper has its merits and demerits

Snow and ice fall again, who plays this song

Three years in the past

Holding the world in hand, fortunately I put down the general's order

The beautiful scenery of moonlight Lake

Hazy looking back, sitting alone in the dry well for a hundred years

It has been three years since a song of separation was played again

People's heart has rusted earlier than the sky's seeing through songs

Looking back on the past three years

One hundred years later, who will come to see the sunset

The inscription on the Acacia stele

When does the eagle spread its wings again

Flying purple gauze and broken sword

Why don't you come out of the mountain? I just want you by my side

Smoke lock fog see through, only heart lock unwilling

Broken heart but for what kind of final defeat in that pass

Who will lose all the way

The loser wants to be a man

The imperial family's writing of historical books has its own interpretation

A piece of red paper with blood

The autumn wind blows through the ancient road and makes it beautiful

A glass of jade wine, I'm still laughing

Forget to write too much in a nursery rhyme

I'm the only one left to drink the wine

Who will compose the lyrics? How many in ancient times

A glass of wine, for whom has it lifted so much Acacia rain

Go alone in this life

Most losers are too conceited, a glass of wine a grave