Man: The sun sets in the west, and the beauty returns to the embroidery room.
Peach blossom powder reflected candlelight, but she was too lazy to remove her red makeup.
Sitting alone in an ivory bed, the old dream is confusing.
Looking back, the shabby costume was still hanging.
Woman: Love is over, people are old, and old love is like a dream.
Years make people old, waving goodbye and crying like rain.
Evoke the past, like a candle in the wind.
Hating this love is empty in the end.
M: We once watched the peach blossom fan under the moon.
Beauty is like a dream, dancing among flowers.
There is no love story now, and they fly separately.
Love and hate, heartbroken, this situation is no longer.
Woman: Love is over, people are old, and old love is like a dream.
Years make people old, waving goodbye and crying like rain.
Evoke the past, like a candle in the wind.
Hating this love is empty in the end.
Chorus: love is over, people are old, and old love is like a dream.
Years make people old, waving goodbye and crying like rain.
Evoke the past, like a candle in the wind.
Hating this love is empty in the end.
Chorus: love is over, people are old, and old love is like a dream.