I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand, the prodigal son mercilessly through the restaurant what is the song?

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

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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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