A lot of lyrics about the moon

On the moon

——The queen of Fucha

A white plum that looks but dare not break

After the snow melts, it withers in the palace

How many anecdotes of your life do you write

Fresh years on paper

The mountains and rivers of love are far and wide

Untouchable market flavors

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains

Every place is engraved with gentle eyebrows

The old memories of the next year fly with the clothes

When will the moon wither if it doesn't shine

It is said that the years are long, but the cold and the heat are few

But it's enough to crush the bitterness and happiness into humility

A white plum that looks but dare not break

After the snow melts, it withers in the palace

How many anecdotes of your life do you write

Fresh years on paper

The mountains and rivers of love are far and wide

Untouchable market flavors

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains

Every place is engraved with gentle eyebrows

The old memories of the next year fly with the clothes

When will the moon wither if it doesn't shine

It is said that the years are long, but the cold and the heat are few

But it's enough to crush the bitterness and happiness into humility

With the help of a spring breeze, the light honglue water

Do you draw the forgotten years

Long years, often accompanied by idle people

In the red wall, but no longer you can expect