Song: The Prodigal Son's Ramblings
Singer: Flower Boy
Lyrics: Zhou Ren
Music: Flower Boy
Arrangement: Han Junping
Harmonies: Song Ma Chao
Mixing: Su Zhou
Master Producer: Flower Boy
Producer: Micky
OP: Jiao Tong Culture
Twisting a finger of sand, the fish splashing waves
When I am drunk, my horse swings the sword and kills the evening sunset
If you have a problem with this song, you should know that it is not the only thing that matters.
When I'm drunk and waving my sword, I'll cut down the sunset
Dreaming of purple and gold armor and wearing a phoenix veil on my head
A dream of yellow sorghum, a dream too unreal to be pompous
Chatting about a piece of gossip and wearing clothes in the winter and summer
Then when I've made a success of myself and become famous, I'll be able to stretch out a fat horse in the West Mountain
Talking about the world with wine and shouting to the waitresses for refills of tea
The moonlight invites me to the window, but I'll pretend to be a man of honor and a good sport.
I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand
The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant
Heard the pipa, who painted it
No more spring winds like the cold crows
I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand
The prodigal son has wandered the world under the clouds
Sighing at the passing of years, like the yellow flower
Asked the heavens and no one answered
I've drank the wind and swallowed the sand
.The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant
Who paints the pipa
No more spring winds like cold crows
I've drunk the winds and gulped the sands
Wandering under the clouds
Sighing for the years, like the yellow flowers
I've asked the heavens, but no one has answered
Chatting about the world with a piece of gossip and a coat of clothes in the winter and summer
Then when I've made it to the top, I'll be a fat horse on the western hills
With wine, we can talk about the world.
To talk about the world over wine, I'll call for a refill of tea
The moon invites me to the window, so I pretend to be elegant
I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand
The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant
I heard the pipa, and who's the one who paints it
I no longer have spring winds like the crows
I've drank the wind and swallowed the sand
I've been a prodigal, but I'm under the cloud
Laughing at the passing of time, like a yellow flower
I've asked the heavens and no one has answered
I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand
The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant
I heard the pipa, and who painted it
No more spring winds like the chilly crows
I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand
Wandering under the clouds of the sky
Sighing for years, like the yellow flower
I've asked the heavens and no one has answered
Me. I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand
The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant
I heard the pipa, who painted it
No more spring winds like cold crows
I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand
The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant
The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant
I heard the pipa, who painted it
No more spring breezes like cold crows
I drank the wind and swallowed the sand
Wandering under the clouds
Sighing for the years, like the yellow flowers
Asked the heavens and no one answered
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