The dusk is heavy and the sun is slanting
There are people singing along the Yanbo river
Every word goes to the ear
Hey, chuolang drinks the setting sun
The dusk is heavy and the sun is slanting
The ancient temple is surrounded by cigarettes
Dust and smoke, wind blowing clothes
Hey, quiet heart
Turbid wave, turbid cigarette fragrance
I feel lost
Think of the sages from afar
Healthy qi is blocking the horizon
Ship waiting for wind, horse waiting for gallop
The ancient road reflects the setting sun
Ah, the ancient road reflects the setting sun
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