Lyrics of flying insects by Xu Haiqiao

The shadow of the sun sets in the West and the crows are watching

Summer rain cicada can't boil half a bowl of poetry

You are the night wind of cold mountain stone path

It's a bonfire by the stream of sangenmeng

I'm a flying insect all over the world

Exile, freedom, search for things like you

Barefoot break through fireworks, the world without you

The world is dark and grey

Forget how much Tianhong cost from beginning to end

Make up thousands of reunions

Are the eyebrows still better than the stars

You are the depth of deep valley snow

Hometown of seclusion

Ten mu of wheat field driving through autumn

Smoke from village houses and snow from river banks

Accompany you to make the withered pine at the end of the season

Forget how much Tianhong cost from beginning to end

Make up thousands of reunions

Are the eyebrows still better than the stars

You are the depth of deep valley snow

Forget how much Tianhong cost from beginning to end

Make up thousands of reunions

Are the eyebrows still better than the stars

You are the depth of deep valley snow