Dong Zhen's "Drunk with Love", "Cold Clothes", "Golden Wisps", "Songs of the Troubled World", "Scent of Ink", "Tears of Vermilion Sand" Lyrics

Lyrics of "Drunk with Love"

The thread of love is like a dream, sadness breaks the white head

Flowers blossom and fall, and we can see through many autumns

A thousand years of waiting, only to be reunited with you after you break the cocoon

A lifetime of pain, only wishing that you would read it for me

Woman: I am haggard with my face, and I don't want to laugh at the peach blossom robberies

I am stranded on my own in the spring, only for you

Man: I am tired of leaning on the strings of the mandarin ducks with my drink, and I have no time for you to sing.

Women: the tide rises and falls, the moon is short, the moon is full again

Men: the sea changes, the spring is gone, the spring is back

Harmony: the fate of fate, the fate of reincarnation, the fate of the world

Heaven and earth, drunk and sleepless

Women: the love of the silk is like a dream

Men: sad and broken

Harmony: the flower blossoms and the turn of the tide, how many times have we seen it all

How much have we seen it all?

Women: The tide rises and falls, the moon is short, and the moon is full again

Men: The sea changes, the spring returns

Combined: Karma begins and ends, the wheel falls to the mortal world

Heaven and earth, drunk and sleepless

Women: The threads of love are like a dream

Men: Sorrow breaks the white head

Combined: The blossoming of the flowers and the fall of the sky, the hope of how many autumns

Women: Waiting for the thousand years

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The pain of a lifetime I wish you could read for me

Women: The pain of a lifetime I wish you could read for me

Lyrics of "The Witch Hazel"

Spring is early and dreams are disturbed

The gathering on the terrace recites the present day

And there is no harm in being dressed in cloth in the green mountain valley

The moon is like a waist and the piano is in the hands of the fingers

The drunkenness of the songs is wild, the waking up of laughter

The drunkenness of the song is wild, the waking up of laughter

We have to be careful, we must be careful.

Don't let your youth down

Thousands of dollars won't buy you a look back

The vermilion sand on your brows is dotted with reddish-red autumn artemisia

Oars and lanterns are in the shadows

The green apricots are still small

I'm ashamed to hear that begonias blossom in the depths of the night

It's an empty annoyance, the sunset is good

Things of the past float away with the wind

Peacefully, I know what happiness tastes like.

Frosty temples are hard to predict

Yesterday, I remember this night

I don't know that the years are getting old

With the help of a walking stick in the south mountain, I'm knocking on the door of the wood

White hair, new eyes, yellow mouths, old acquaintances

Drinking in the east fence

Why not be flirtatious

When you drink wine and ask Hou Yi if she is ok

Win or lose, it's hard to tell if you will win or lose. Whether you win or lose, it's hard to know what to expect

It's better to be clothed in a green jacket

Happy or sad, you'll laugh when you're drunk and singing wildly

Don't let your youth go to waste

Right or wrong, you'll forget about it after a big dream

Love or hate, it's all about destiny and this is the day we gather together

Thinking about it all is actually quite boring

The fear of loneliness is that it will make you old

Anyone who is lonely is afraid of it

If she is not happy with me, I'll be happy.

Thousands of gold can't replace the golden steps of her eyes

Cinnabar on her brows, reddish-red water in her eyes

The sound of paddles and the shadows of lamps

The apricots are still young

When will the cherries turn red

I'm leaning on my staff and knocking on the door of the woodpile

The grey hairs of my new acquaintance and the yellow mouths of my old acquaintances

I'd like to have a drink with you, so why don't you be a bit flirty

And ask Chang'e the moon to drink wine with me

It is a pity that Chang'e has to be the only one who can drink wine. Hou Yi's wife, Hou E, is well

The golden strand of a song is enviable to the world

Cold Clothes

The moonlight is scarce, who is pounding the cold clothes

Looking at the end of the world, thinking of you, thinking of your hometown

The snow is not yet full tonight, and the wind is rushing from the north

Thousands of miles and thousands of miles, one heart is tied to another

Dreams of glory and splendor, the Qiang flute is playing on the Seychelles

Is it not a sin to be in war? >Tonight, the mountains are full of snow, and the wind is blowing fast

A thousand miles away, we are bound by one heart

Is it to be together in this life, or to be cherished in the next

Why don't you understand this riddle

Why don't you remember this until you turn back to the end of your life

The end-of-the-world road is a long way off, but who do you look to? The sound of the border is so urgent

Blood stains the yellow sands, the soul returns to its place

The moonlight is slanting, what is this evening like

Snowflakes are flying, and I'm not sure when I'll return home

There are no tears in my eyes tonight

It's a snowy night for the hairpin to be left on the ground

If life is like not being able to live, death is like a love parting

One day, you'll understand the mystery

Yellow Springs and the blue land are going to separate us from each other from now on

When we're done with our lives, we will be able to find a way out. We are separated from each other

Snow on a thousand mountains, long memories under the moon

Is it to be together in this life or to be cherished in the next

Why don't you understand this riddle

Till you look back, you can't remember it in silence

The end of the world and the road to the end of the world, who do you look to for a shadow to cling on to

Yellow springs and blue water, we've been divided from each other since then

Snow on a thousand mountains, long memories under the moon

Who pounds the cold garments with the scarce light from the moon?

The road to the end of the world, the soul returns to its homeland

There is no snow tonight, no sunshine, no sadness or happiness

The wind is gentle when we look at each other

Or it could be this one:

Covering the door of the wood, the moon is cold, and we go back to our old place

Where we look at the cold smoke and the decaying grasses are bleak

One sip of the smoky fire can't be consumed

Which part of the memories is hot in our throat

The twilight cloud is low, and the wind rolls up the wine flag at midnight. Low, the wind is blowing and the wine flag is swirling

The intertwining of the present and the past

The sound of the zither is like a cry, and the evening wind is blowing fast

The moon has left a lot of partings

Watch the snow fall, and then the blue shirts will be hidden

The world is far away, and we don't hope to see each other again

Drinking wine and drinking alone, and then dancing with my sword, the wind rises

Empty rain, how much memory has been made up of this

The turbulent clouds are flying and the blue blade is three feet tall.

The cuckoo is drunk, and his pride is hidden in his green coat

But at a glance, I can't help thinking of you

It's hard to avoid the thought

Who's whispering, and how few of us have come back

Who's raising an eyebrow, and not regretting the business

Peach Blossom smiles at the winds of spring and it's hard to find them anymore

How to stay together and how to get together

Watch the snow fall and the blue shirt disappear

There is a world of distance, and I hope that you'll never forget that.

It's a long way off and I don't expect to see you again

It's time to drink again and get drunk and ask the world

The Yellow Springs are far away and what's a long way to go

Watching the snow fall for thousands of miles, I'll hide my green coat

It's a long way off and I don't expect to see you again

When I steer a horse to my hometown, I'll find my old self

The cups are empty, and the fallen plums are as snowy as the snow

The traces of dreams are still there, and I can't let them come and go in the dusty world

I know how much I love you, and it hurts me.

They're not the only ones who have been in the world for a long time.

Tears of diamond blossoms in vermillion sand

I still remember the splendor of the song and the fireworks of the dream

Who is the wrong person to be attached to

The Yellow Crane Tower is empty and the people are trapped in a world of despair

The green threads have turned into white hairs

The passing of time is changed, and with this, we will remember each other

Low-browed whispering on a bridge beside the post stage

It's hard to find the yellow springs of the Yellow Springs, the red dust has been fallen to the ground

It is difficult to turn back to a hundred years

A hundred years later, we have gone.

Mirror Lake, low clouds hanging down, a beautiful woman in front of her tent, secretly stroking her eyebrows

Who is asking you if you will not return

This love is nothing more than a shattered firework, a thousand cups of love wine pouring on the parting wine

Shallowly pouring on the face to sleep

Lightly cold and twilight snow, how can we accompany each other, and how will we grieve for this long period of time

It is only that this life should be unrepentant

Yesterday's wild geese went back to 荼, and the confluence flower blossomed with a drunkenness

Who is owed a drop of vermilion sand?

Who do I owe a tear of vermilion sand to

It's a song and a long whistling cloud, and a sword to test the world

White clothes stained with frost

Then, under the shade of the drunken flowers, the red face was in the blink of an eye

Lingzhihua tears of vermilion sand

It's still in my memory that I remembered the splendor of the song and the fireworks of the dream

Who is the one who is wrongly tied to me

Huanghe Tower is empty, and I have no time to travel to the ends of the earth

While my youthful threads have turned into white hair

A year has gone by, and the years have changed.

The years have changed and we will remember each other by this love

The bridge by the post is whispering with low eyebrows

The Yellow Springs are hard to find

The century has gone by since I looked back

Mirror Lake and the low clouds are hanging down in the mirror, and I see a beautiful woman in front of the tent with a dark eyebrow

Who is asking if you are not coming back

This love is nothing but the shattered fireworks, and I love to part with you and pour you thousands of cups of wine

The shallow pouring of wine will put me to sleep

What is it like to be in love with the world?

It's just that this life should be unrepentant

The words of wild geese have gone and returned to 荼, and there's no reason to be drunk on Gracilaria

It's just that I owe someone a drop of vermilion tear

Mirror Lake, low clouds, a beautiful woman in front of the tent secretly strokes the eyebrow

Who's asking if you're not going back to the country

This love is nothing but the shattered fireworks, and I love to pour thousands of cups of wine on the farewell wine

There's nothing more than the broken fireworks, and I love to pour thousands of cups of wine on the farewell wine