Lyrics of wuna's good wind and good water

On that day, the beautiful woman under the peach blossom tree was smiling,

On that day, I was heartbroken in Chinatown.

It's just fate,

One step missed, life missed,

Who is lamenting the fate,

Who doesn't know about it?

It should have been a good marriage.

"Tender feelings are like water, good times are like dreams"

At a glance in nishang hall,

Who broke into her life,

Who made her pay for it by mistake.

Fate is so delicate,

Just one look,

They fall in love.

He is deeply attached to him,

But as the shadow of that man.

but,

Sigh,

It's hard not to ask.

If I can't love the one I love,

Then put on the mask,

Live for the rest of your life.

When time goes by,

Shaohua light throw,

The girl in blue under the peach blossom tree,

The flower pinching smile,

The decline of this eye,

The persistence of this idea,

Can he put it down?

In a dream,

Peach blossoms fall in profusion,

The butterflies are dancing,

The simple strings wear beautiful notes,

Compose a dream song,

And at this point

"I don't know why Zhou's dream is Hu Die's? Is Hu Die's dream Zhou Yu ,

Is it a butterfly? Is it a good time?

Is it Guqin? Is it Lantian?

Is it peach blossom? Is it a dream?

man 's life is like a dream,

The dream is just another world,

Which is true and which is false?

When dreams break,

At the end of the story,

The truth came to the surface,

It's the fate of the previous life,

Or the robbery of this life?

Who is infatuated with who?

Who gets who?

Is the divination of shensuanzi true or false?

The way of Heaven gives one of the other worlds,

Time goes back to the peach tree in front of Biyuan building,

Did she stop and wait or move on?

Is to choose to be with him in that world,

Or is this world waiting for thousands of years?

Now who is playing the music of the golden harp,

Who is so sad about this,

And who dances the sleeves alone,

Step by step,

To embellish a dance song of Furong sigh?

People have joys and sorrows,

The moon will wax or wane,

It's a long time ago.

There is a green horse saying goodbye,

Talk about the golden age.

The choice of this life,

The infatuation of this life.

(the word is not filled in by Han Mei, and the copyright belongs to Han Mei.)