Singer: Wei Xinyu
A pot of love wine
A leaf knows the depths of autumn
A boat
Red beans tell of sadness
Love is a long time coming
Hate is a long time coming
All over the place, yellow flowers, people are getting thin
A glance of a few sorrows
A night of white head
Only leaning on the high floor
A wind dances with the long sleeves
A night of white head
A night of white head
A night of white head
A night of white head
The wind dances with its long sleeves
The mountains are long
The water is long
Watch the breeze wrinkle the West Lake
Tonight, I'm drunk on the West Tower alone
Tonight, the crescent moon is like a hook
The song of the lute will never end
Why don't you stop by me
Tonight, I'm drunk on the West Tower
Tonight.
Tonight the river is long
The maple leaves on the mountains are all red
Sadness is on my mind
One look at a lot of sadness
A night of white heads
Leaning alone on a tall building
The wind dances with a long sleeve
The mountains are long
The water is long
Seeing the wind blowing the West Lake into a frown
It is a night to be drunk in the West Tower
Why don't you stay with me? Tonight I am drunk on the West Tower alone
The new moon is like a hook tonight
A song of lute will not stop playing
Why don't you stay by my side
Tonight I am drunk on the West Tower for a long time
Tonight the water of the river is long
All the maple leaves in the mountains are already red
Mourning is just a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a few days ago.
The maple leaves on the mountain are all red.