Lyrics: Cheng Bozhi Composer: Fan Wei
Sung by: Seven Duo
A kind of love is a kind of flower which is drifting away and water is flowing down
Two idle sorrows and loneliness alone are on my mind
Dreaming back to the green poolside, I recall the dimming of the lights
A cup of bitter wine is just like the love of falling flowers, and how long can it be over
To ask the emperor for a lot of sorrows, I sighed with tears
How can I know that there are countless sorrows in my heart when I drink a cup of cloudy wine?
How can a glass of wine know the countless bitterness and sorrow in my heart
Long night, long dream, hard to find the love of the sadness
Lovely place where you and I look back
But wishing for a long time to reminisce about the willows in front of the door
Dare to ask who can help the endless earth's go and stay
Bright moon does not know the pain of parting
Turned into the love of love to solve the sadness of the sadness of the
Sighs
A cup of bitter wine is like a falling flower
You are like a falling flower floating quietly in the corner
How many people know that tears flow in the dream of a beautiful woman
Only by watching the falling flower and caressing the corner of your eyes do tears slide by
A cup of bitter wine is a sigh of regret for the long distance between mountains and water
Sigh of regret for the love of a child and how to run towards you for miles and miles.
Looking at the moon, the mountains are long and the waters are wide
Only the birds and the flowers, the river breeze and the fishing fires
Sleeping and searching for him, he dances as Chang'e
Only the falling flowers flow with the water waves
A kind of love, the flowers flow with the water
Two idle sorrows, alone and lonely
Dreaming of a blue pool, I recall the light of the lamps. I recalled the lights in the darkness
A cup of bitter wine is just like a falling flower
Dare to ask the sky and the moon who knows how many autumns a beautiful woman has waited for
Flower blossoms and falls only to hate the youthful madness and the sky competing for freedom
The number of tear stains sliding down to caress the loneliness of the pursuit of fame and fortune
Only sighing at the falling flower to chase after the dream and the pursuit of freedom
Looking up to the sky and the moon do you know that my Tomorrow
How can a cup of bitter wine know the blossoming and falling season
I sigh for tomorrow and recall the lights in my dreams
How many tears have gently slipped down on the green poolside
The tears in the corners of my eyes are hard to see at this flower-falling time of the year
You and I are in love, but it has turned into the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the past and the future. The fire of the river is dotted with falling flowers
Quietly sighing the water's unintentional and the sadness of the falling flowers
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