There is a song whose lyrics are Pan Jinlian's song. What's the name if I'm not in the dust?

Juan sang "Drunken Beauty"

The lyrics are as follows:

Drunken beauty

Juan

Man's ambition is lonely in the sky and desert.

My daughter stood by the pool like a golden lotus.

Who can sigh that heroes are dust-free?

Why did you laugh at Pan Jinlian through the ages?

Who can have sex with the world of mortals?

Don't let the flowers bloom and fall, don't let the butterflies break their cocoons.

How many grievances have dissipated between the green mountains and green waters?

Love is like dust, you can't let others entertain themselves.

If it weren't for Pan Jinlian's falling into the mortal world ——————————————————————————————————————— The sentence you want.

I can't see that my old friend has walked out of the west gate.

Think about not seeing a river and spring water as beauty.

I don't remember the endless sunny days in late autumn.

I don't go with the flow, Pan Jinlian.

Forgetting the past is like smoke.

Reflections on the eternal red line.

I don't remember a good marriage with pen and ink.

Who can have sex with the world of mortals?

Don't let the flowers bloom and fall, don't let the butterflies break their cocoons.

How many grievances have dissipated between the green mountains and green waters?

Love is like dust, you can't let others entertain themselves.

If Pan Jinlian hadn't fallen into the dust,

I can't see that my old friend has walked out of the west gate.

Think about not seeing a river and spring water as beauty.

I don't remember the endless sunny days in late autumn.

I don't go with the flow, Pan Jinlian.

Forgetting the past is like smoke.

Reflections on the eternal red line.

I don't remember a good marriage with pen and ink.

If Pan Jinlian hadn't fallen into the dust,

I can't see that my old friend has walked out of the west gate.

Think about not seeing a river and spring water as beauty.

I don't remember the endless sunny days in late autumn.

I don't go with the flow, Pan Jinlian.

Forgetting the past is like smoke.

Reflections on the eternal red line.

I don't remember a good marriage with pen and ink.

Reflections on the eternal red line.

I don't remember a good marriage with pen and ink.

~ over ~

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