Lyrics of Ren Tianming's "a landscape and a song"

I will wake up drunk

Or are you tired with my heart

It's not me who writes poetry, it's me who writes poetry

It's not me drinking, it's me drinking

When has the sound of shoes been covered with moss

What is the easiest thing in the world to make young people old

Half frost in my heart, half shadow

Not me, not me

Not me homesick, homesick me

Guide used to say that red medicine by the bridge does not know people

It's me who walked the way

Or is the road walking me

The wind blows through the west window, and the ferry is nowhere to be found

It's me through spring and autumn

Or spring and autumn after me

Every year, the new grass looks like the old

In the deep of the night, there is no regret

Looking back, Qingjiang is full of tears

I'm afraid to see the moon lighten when I pat my shoulder

A landscape and a song

A flute of rain, cold blowing through

The dream in the leaf sound end place gently with

It's me who walked the way

Or is the road walking me

The wind blows through the west window, and the ferry is nowhere to be found

It's me through spring and autumn

Or spring and autumn after me

Every year, the new grass looks like the old

In the deep of the night, there is no regret

Looking back, Qingjiang is full of tears

I'm afraid to see the moon lighten when I pat my shoulder

A landscape and a song

A flute of rain, cold blowing through

The dream in the leaf sound end place gently with

A landscape and a song

A flute of rain, cold blowing through

The dream in the leaf sound end place gently with