Lyrics of Mo Ning's the sound of plum rain

The small window with flower carving and the eaves reflecting the setting sun

I live in Jiangnan, but you are far away

Green moss and red walls, but my youth is yellow

Such as the wound of the late wind

I'm sitting in the attic of Suzhou

On the copper mirror decal in the dressing

Xiumei does not show the past you wrote in Poetry

Make a jasmine tea, for whom can I cool it

The bell of the bracelet should reverberate in the garden

The sound of plum rain falls on my heart

Calling you not to wander

Mei Yu is constantly melancholy

But it can't be delivered to you

Lovers in pairs on Maple Bridge under the moon

Who will share the enjoyment with me

She had an umbrella to keep me hurt

If the south flies, the lonely swallow is heartbroken

I sit alone in the attic of Suzhou

Embroidering mandarin ducks with cheongsam

Frowning and showing Meng Lang in your regular script

For whom does the jasmine fragrance on the branches cool

The past time reverberates in the misty rain

The sound of plum rain falls on my heart

Calling you not to wander

Mei Yu is full of melancholy

But it can't be delivered to you

The sound of plum rain drenches my eyes

Flowing by the river

The plum rain is winding through the hometown

But not to your side

But not to your heart