Lyrics of Mr. Lu's Pan Jiayuan

Miss of Purple Pearl

How many mulberry fields are like smoke

Spreading the past on rice paper

Who can fight a hundred lines of wine poetry

Sanshengyuan on the back of folding fan

Ancient mirror of Ming Dynasty

Thousands of years later, the dust will brush my face

In the next life

The red line of mandarin duck embroidery is broken

Looking back suddenly, the lights are fading

The ancient prose of azalea vase

The handwriting at the end of the article is careless

A talented man's money

How many times is the gold bottle half full

Life is like the first time, why sad painting fan

Ancient mirror of Ming Dynasty

Thousands of years later, the dust will brush my face

In the next life

Broken line of Mandarin Duck

Suddenly looking back, the lights are dim

Ancient mirror of Ming Dynasty

Thousands of years later, the dust will brush my face

I am a melancholy guest in the world

Life in heartbroken voice

Ink has become frost, good dreams are hard to come true