Lyrics of Qi Yan's Xiaochou

Life is like a game

A false face feels ridiculous

Alone in the corner, buried in the noise

Who can see through the songs of three rounds of wine

Here's to Chaoyang. This life should be unusual

Maybe I will wander around, maybe I will be strong

A toast to the vicissitudes under the cold window of moonlight

Who can erase the cream of the fundus of the eye and heal the wound in the heart

Here's to the gun I raised behind my hometown

Do I thank God for the hurt I suffered in my growing up

A toast to my fear of resisting time from afar

This road, it's dirty. Who's in the middle of the stage

I'd like to have a toast to tomorrow. It's like the past

Cold across my fingertips, tears wet my eyes

A toast to the past

Life is short, like a dream, why not forget

Here's to my freedom. Let's drink this wine

Forgive my ordinary gentleness, cup of wine in my throat

Here's to the absurdity of death's soberness

Dispel the perplexity, no longer force, the road of life is long

Drink these eight glasses of wine to see through the ugliness of the people

My heart was tired and I was standing at the door of the tavern

The empty wine glass is shining at the dawn

The cold wind from the north is blowing

Everyone's sorrow yearns for freedom tomorrow

Although the wind is blowing through the flowers, how can I see the sorrow disappear

Everyone's sorrow yearns for freedom tomorrow

Although the wind is blowing through the flowers, how can I see the sorrow disappear