The Prodigal Son's Gossip

The short score of Prodigal Son's Gossip is as follows:

"Prodigal Son's Gossip" is a song released on November 6, 2020 with lyrics written by Zhou Ren, composed by Flower Boy, and performed by Flower Boy. It is included in the album of the same name, Prodigal Son Gossip.

The song "Prodigal Son's Gossip" suddenly caught fire, which is a rare ancient style masterpiece, sung to meet the public's tastes, with a light and dynamic melody with electro-acoustic elements, which made it catch fire all over the Jitterbug and other online music platforms.

Lyrics are as follows:

Twisting a finger of quicksand pond fish splash waves, to be my drunken horse waving sword chopping down the evening sunset

Dreaming of purple and gold armor head phoenix batch of veil, yellow beams of a dream is too false and pompous

Talking about a piece of gossip cloth over the winter and summer, to be my success and fame of the West Mountain Zong fat horse

With the wine theory of the world shouted the small two to renew the tea, the bright moon invites the window, so pretending to pretend to be elegant.

I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand, and the prodigal son has no money to go to the restaurant

We heard who painted the pipa, and the spring breeze is no longer as cold as the crows

I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand, and I've been wandering around the world under the clouds

Sighing that the years seem to be like a yellow flower, and I asked the sky for an answer

I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand, and the prodigal son has no money to go to the restaurant

We heard who painted the pipa, and the spring breeze is no longer as cold as the crows

We have heard who painted the pipa, and we are no longer as cold as the crows.

I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand, and I've been wandering under the floating clouds

Sighing that the years seem like yellow flowers, I've asked the heavens and no one has answered

Chatting about a piece of gossip about the winter and summer of a cloth coat, and then I'll be famous and famous, and I'll have a fat horse in the west mountains

Talking about the world with wine and shouting to the waitresses to refill the tea, and then inviting the window to the moon to pretend to be dashing

I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand, and I've been a prodigal son and I've been to the wine shop without any money

When I heard about the pipa, who painted it? The years are like yellow flowers, and no one has answered my question to the heavens

I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand, and the prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant

When I heard about the pipa, who painted it, and no longer have the spring winds like the cold crows

I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand, and I've wandered under the floating clouds

Sighing that the years are like yellow flowers, and no one has answered my question to the heavens

I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand, and the prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant

When I heard about the pipa, who painted it?