Lyrics of Gong Yi's "reminiscence of an old friend"



Reminiscence of old friends

(in memory of Xiaocui and Wang Gongzi)

On the heart road closed those to walk away gradually the past

Look back and look at each time

Or wipe your shoulders

Who will understand

On the quiet steps

Also full of faltering palpitations and sentimentality.

There is a wind blowing by

Desolation suddenly fills the season

In the lattice of the window, there was a touch of residual yellow

The end of fragrance

It's just that there's no more on the dusty desk

A little bit of poetry.

If we can change it

Will I rewrite it?

But no matter what kind of happy ending

Flowing and flying in imagination

Only incomplete pale

Tears and tears

In the heart of the sea is more prominent.

Yes, trivial once began to wither

Or deep or shallow tears dry old things

I want to throw it to the gone wind

But it's hanging on the branches

Like a specimen, it touches the sight of cruising.

Thoughts make the darkness more dense

The past is repeatedly twisted by fingertips

The knot ends like a rope

Pick up a section of the world of mortals

But I was surprised at every detail

Actually still so familiar.

The evening after the wind and rain, the setting sun

The north of the Great Wall is covered with snow

The south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and misty rain

In the sound of wear and tear

But I'm still looking forward to it

In the depth of the eyes of the horse back

Every moment.

Who is going to the high building with drunk?

Looking across the mountains,

Wash away the countless grievances in the sound of Qiang flute.

Which is the glass of rippling wine?

It reflects the world of the past.

Farewell to the sword dance Qingge,

I remember your smile.

Maybe the Xiao sound of you Yan should be a confession of God's will

Maybe the smile of bow has all the fate of this life,

All the gathering and scattering are only for one hopeless tears

Who will wake up?

All life after life in reincarnation pass by once,

Miss again and again to make eternity

Can you sing by beating the bamboo?

Can I invite the moon to drink?

Can I play flute?

Can we make wine with green plum?

the morning breeze and the lingering moon,

Only remember my last night;

The blue boat urges to send,

Leave my destiny behind

The evening drum and the morning bell have been ringing for thousands of years,

The ancient Buddha with green lights is like a world away.

The dancer of this life,

It's the soul that's broken,

Who is the hoof of passers-by?

MY reincarnation in this life is just for a smile in my previous life