Lyrics of old spring by Ren Haoming

Youth is easy to die, but hard to stay

But flowers fall and people lose weight

Going to a high building alone

My temples are like snow, do you know

The wind, the flowers, the snow and the moon are old

It's hard to wait for the scenery

When the wild goose returns, the moon fills the West Tower

A kind of Acacia

A pot of turbid wine after dusk

Things are human and things are not

Love hate the setting sun

Day without sorrow

Flowers bloom and wither, petals follow the current

How fragrant are the flowers that no one can smell

Since ancient times, sentimental people have been hurt mercilessly

But spring old people also white head

The wind, the flowers, the snow and the moon are old

It's hard to wait for the scenery

When the wild goose returns, the moon fills the West Tower

A kind of Acacia

A pot of turbid wine after dusk

Things are human and things are not

Love hate the setting sun

Day and night

Flowers bloom and wither, petals follow the current

How fragrant are the flowers that no one can smell

Since ancient times, sentimental people have been hurt mercilessly

But spring old people also white head

A pot of turbid wine after dusk

Things are human and things are not

Love hate the setting sun

Day and night

Flowers bloom and wither, petals follow the current

How fragrant are the flowers that no one can smell

Since ancient times, sentimental people have been hurt mercilessly

But spring old people also white head