Who has the lyrics to "Ashes of Peach Blossoms" sung by Chinga Weiyang, please?

I smiled and promised him, and whispered that I was willing. I am willing to give up this world. The year I am a long time, full of sideburns, bright people falling peach pods, under the wind, the ancient road, the rain and smoke is as miserable as a picture, cold reed, wet cold crows, a penannular white moon, the letter of the garden flowers, wake up also, sleep also, the autumn water through the end of the world, a light point of vermillion, for whom to make up for the daughter marriage, the horse, the Jianghu, 3,000 years of wasted time, the green silk, the love silk sip, the hoof dust, Chu Chu, the good girl, can be chosen, folding the peach, a handle and the spring hair, the bottle of sand, more oblique, melancholy, afraid of the wrong shoulder rub, the flower of the Shaila falls red dust and wabi, can be with it, three times a Gua, the return to the world, for you to give up the world, who is putting the peach tree, lightly incineration I I knew my time was running out, but I didn't want to end up like this before I saw you. Then you finally came back, still the same as when you left, white clothes, thin, just more tired in your eyes, it hurts. I saw the people in the garden all of a sudden quiet down, in the moment of seeing you convergence of the lapel, bending the knee, kneeling on the ground, the moon is quiet, wet and cold no sound. At that time, I smiled slightly, so much so that I shook off the peach blossoms on the ground, and I knew that it must be you, the person who reigns over the world, it must be you. But I did not see, behind you there is a woman in red, you look at her eyes, I do not understand the quiet helplessness. I felt that you will leave me again, and this time, you will never come back. I felt that you would leave me again, and this time, I would never come back. The clothes on my back were whisked away, and the empty court opened up with cold shoulder blades, and the feathered dress was quiet, how could I keep you from turning around? Who remembers the silent creaking of the years, who remembers the scars, who draws scars, and draws peach blossom flowers, and opens up without any words, and ends up without words, and tears dye the flower, and the words are not yet rested. I tried to smile, wanting you to remember me in my past life, also had a gorgeous dress flying, familiar with the quiet, but in the end only fell a speechless peach blossoms, in the moon under the cold damp. So this is how I am, watching you close your eyes, turn around, and leave, without a trace of retention. The moment the door closed, I knew you would never come back. But it's good, at least at the end of my life, I can still see your old eyes. But you don't know how much I wanted to call out your name when your back disappeared behind the door. Idle Court Flaws Wolverine Teeth Moon Cold Counting Blowing Flowers Plotting a Fortune Asking for a Marriage Cold Diamond Flowers Bitter Branches Moon with the Couch Waiting for You to Come Home Winter and Summer Flowers Xie Zi Moss Vine Green Tiles Faust Remaining Fragrance See Who Completes Who Myths Who Thanks Who Turns to Watch Her King's Landing Watching Her Make a Wedding Window Xuan Flowers Xie like Rain Trekking Road also to be done The old eyes of the old you, ah, open and also a gaps in knotting Rain Blowing Flowers Cold Court Ya Old Trees and Crowes Gu Su Jia Thousands of Years of Rolling Who remembers the years of the heart's scratch Drawing the End of the World Painting the End of the World Burning the Peach Blossoms The night I had to leave, the blossoms and the scabs were like flowers, the orchid embers were blown all over the place by the wind, and the half-volume of the Celestial Palace was like rain, but it was very beautiful. I know, } thousand years strike {this is my last night in this world, } who remember that {but I have no regrets, } the years gently painful fear {just feel a little pity, } painting wheel trekking {in this empty garden, } painting wheel trekking buried peach blossom {such a beautiful light scene you have not been able to see after all.} If I were to leave, who else would be there to make the flowers fall like rain for you? A thousand years from now, I don't know if anyone will remember that there was once a peach blossom rain, so beautiful that it fell here for you, and the salty dust had also fallen into flowers. I realized that I was crying, but there were no tears in my eyes. There were only flowers flying in front of the trees, raining down like rain. I smiled and said to the Buddha, "That's it, it's time to leave, that's it. Buddha also laughed, there are crystal tears snaking down, mud sculpture mottled.