The Prodigal Son's Gossip (DJ Shen Nian Version) - Flower Boy
Lyrics: Zhou Ren
Music: Flower Boy
I've been drinking the wind and gulping down the sand
The Prodigal Son doesn't have the money to go to a restaurant
I heard the pipa, and who's the one who drew it
No longer is it like a cold crow in the spring wind
I've been drinking the wind and gulping down the sand
I've been drinking the wind and gulping down the sand
I've been drinking the wind and gulping down the sand.
Wandering under the floating clouds
Sighing at the passing of years, like yellow flowers
Asked the heavens, but no one answered
I drank the wind and gulped the sand
The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant
Smelling the pipa, and who painted it
No longer is spring like the cold crows
I drank the wind and gulped the sand
Wandering under the floating clouds
Wandering under the floating clouds
The years are like yellow flowers
I've asked the heavens, but no one has answered
Twisting a finger of quicksand, the fish in the pool splash in the waves
When I'm drunk and waving my sword, I'll cut down the sunset
Dreaming of a purple and gold armor with a phoenix-appointed veil on my head
A dream of a dream in the yellow beams that's too false and pompous
Chatting about a piece of gossip and wearing clothes in the winter and summer
Then I will be famous in my work and have a fat horse on the western mountain
When I'm rich and famous in the world with a drink and shouting, I'll be happy to have the world at my feet. I'll talk about the world over wine and call for a refill of tea
The moon invites me to the window, so I pretend to be cool
I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand
The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant
Heard the pipa, who's the one who paints
No more spring winds like the chilly crows
I've drank the wind and swallowed the sand
I've been on the road to the end of the world and the clouds
Sighing at the years that pass by, like a yellow flower
I have asked the heavens and no one has answered
I have 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 have drank the wind and swallowed the sand
Wandering under the clouds of the sky
Sighing for the years, like the yellow flower
I have asked the heavens and no one has answered
To chat about an idle story
The winter and the summer in cloth
When I've made a name for myself, I'll be a fat horse in the west mountains
We'll talk about the world over wine, and I'll call for a refill
The moonlight invites us to the window, so we'll pretend to be cool
I've drank the wind, and swallowed the sand
I'm a prodigal son, and have no money to go to the restaurants
Having heard the pipa, who would have painted it
I no longer have spring winds, like the crows
I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand
I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand
.Under the floating clouds at the end of the world
Sighing at the passing of the years, like yellow flowers
No one answered my question to the heavens
I drank the wind and gulped the sand
The prodigal son has no money to go to a restaurant
Smelling the pipa and being painted by someone else
No more spring breezes like the chilly crows
I drank the wind and gulped the sand
The passing of the years, like the yellow flowers at the end of the world
When I wander the world and float under the clouds
Sighing at the passing of the years Like Yellow Flowers
I asked the heavens and no one answered
I drank 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 chilly crows
I drank the wind and swallowed the sand
Wandering under the clouds of the sky
Sighing for the years, like yellow flowers
I asked the heavens and no one answered
Sighing for the years, like yellow flowers
I asked the heavens and no one answered
I asked the heavens and no one 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 cold crows
I've drunk the wind and swallowed the sand
Wandering under the clouds of the world
Sighing for the years, like the yellow flowers
Asked for an answer from heaven
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