Lyrics of Mr. Cen's a hundred ghosts walking at night

[chanting]

The rain of the moon

The wind is rustling and the insects are creeping

Yingying moistens the flowers and bathes the buds

Picturesque and rosy

The wind lamp of long street is getting old

The wine flag is floating and the music is dim

The pipa is curling in the air

A smile on lips

The beautiful melody of Qingge

The shadow of the candle shakes the gossamer

Cloud and ink disappear, moon is bright

Sound, fragrance and smile

Walk alone

Under the moon

Self care dancing

Stop at no one's place

A frost in disorder

The music between the fingers

It's like asking you where to camp

It's not as good as this scene

Waiting for the flowers

Walking alone in the dark at night

With gorgeous clothes and elegant waist

Cold in the ear and foggy dew in the fingers

The place where silk string is made depends on you

Or for the king, so the song is clear

If you lean on the bamboo, it looks like the moon

Life is short and bitter, why do you need to be busy

To live and care for you

Light rain

The leaves whirled like whispers

He who laughs that a fool is a fool

No fog

Still clinging to the shadow of the moon

Who's walking all the time

It's like walking with you

Ignore the waste grass

I don't know who I am

[chanting]

In the dark

Where is the sound of the zither

But the moon is clear

Who walks alone in Tingting

The moon is in disorder

When to follow

Green grass without heart

What happened

Smiling

No matter how long the street is

Or hear the music, if you complain

Make up brocade clothes with heavy eyebrows and closed eyes

Take care of yourself and live with you

The night wind rustles and leaves rustle

Four strings and four pillars

Is it necessary to be alone? Why are you so busy

If you care and live

Music flow as before, all the rage

The moon is gradually like a pearl

Smile and dance

There is no royal road for string songs

[chanting]