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