The night breeze gently blows away the candle smoke
The flying flowers are a mess of sadness
***The love of the hand has been hurt
The face of the old peach blossoms
Today's tears are hidden
Sitting on the window sill, looking in the mirror, her face changes
The world's roles are really for the sake of a lie
She can't distinguish between which one is the truth. Truth
Hair with snow Autumn night is cold
Who is this half-makeup for
The world's roles are really for lies
She can't tell which one is the truth
Hair with snow Autumn night is cold
Who is this half-makeup for
The snow on the bridge
The butterfly that can't find the flower
What is it to be a butterfly that can't find the flower
Is it a butterfly that can't find the flower
Is it to be a butterfly that can't find the flower?
I can never see the flowers wither
The eaves of the bridge in the night of Jiangnan
I can't read the wilderness of the northern part of the countryside
The plum blossom is haunted by loneliness at this time of the year
After the return of spring, it is quickly extinguished
I am left alone to enjoy the fireworks flying all over the sky
They fluttered and then drifted away in the wind
Is it ever snowed on Broken Bridge
I looked at the lake. I look at the lake
The cold moon in the water is like snow
Tap your fingertips to melt it
Is it ever snowing on the Broken Bridge
I think of your face
If I don't have the chance to see you again
The curtains of the White Causeway shed tears for many times
(On the rainy day of Ching-ming)
The window opens in early morning and the sun rises on the West Bridge, the clouds swaying from their own sides
I think of the time you were there. I'll fold a chrysanthemum and send it to you
Sing your favorite song softly
Thinking of you every night
(The Mirror of the Diamond Blossoms)
A cup of sadness and two tears of longing
Today, the mirror of the diamond blossoms is empty and haggard
I don't want to ask about the green face of that time
I only blame who mistakenly paired them with each other
Who else would want to covet the beauty of this woman, and who else can take it?
I don't want to see the flowers fly and the pearls fall apart
When the frosty temples of the next day fall over my shoulders
I can't see the companion of the previous day
When the flowers fly and the pearls fall apart
I don't want to see the frosty temples of the next day fall over my shoulders
When the frosty temples of the next day fall over my shoulders
When the frosty temples of the next day fall over my shoulders
When the frosty temples of the next day fall over my shoulders
When the frosty temples of the next day fall over my shoulder I can't see my partner when I turn around
It's going to be a long time before I can see my partner.