Lyrics of the little widow to her grave

In the first month, in the first month

Red light in front of the house

There is no light in front of the little widow's door

Sad

I have to cry for my family

The devil

In February, it is Qingming

Take paper money to the new grave

Three feet of yellow spring

Sad

The little widow wants to die when she sees the grave

In March, shepherd's purse flower

My daughter-in-law returns to her mother's home

They come back in pairs, right

Sad

The little widow cried all the way home

In April, bamboo leaves are green

People say I can't survive

The cold food is delicious

Sad

Cold words are the worst

In May, it's Duanyang

Rice dumplings without heart

Holding rice dumplings with tears in your eyes

Sad

Think of my Lang pain heartbroken ghost

In June, it's dull

It's hard to be a little widow

Brother next door came to borrow needle and thread

Sad

My sister-in-law said that I have an affair with you

In July, the autumn wind is cool

Weaver Girl Galaxy Club cowherd

There will be a Qixi Festival

Sad

The little widow will see Lang again

In August, it is the Mid Autumn Festival

It's hard to wait on my parents in law and my uncles

A man needs a pimple, a woman needs a face

Sad

The little widow's sorrow is more than her sorrow

September, double ninth

The little widow is lazy to make up for the mirror

Don't use Rouge pollen

Sad

I'm afraid people will say it's too short and too long

In October, little spring

The smaller the widow, the more sad she is

All day long, my waist is broken

Sad

My mother-in-law also scolded the broom star

In the winter moon, cold nights are long

Keep the empty room alone

I dare not shed tears in front of you

Sad

Stealing tears to the machine

Nine days in December

A little widow lives like a year

Dead trees and spring days

Sad

How can a little widow make a living