In a trance, when we look at each other, we have no words, our hearts are like hemp
A thousand years ago, we paid for Shaohua, and that moment has become a moment
Lost years, turned around, tears flowed like rain
Holding a pipa, sounding playing, but at hand but the end of the earth
Empty look back, a world of prosperity, such as a short-lived flowers
Red vermilion, Zhuo Fenghua, the face of the city, the reed reed reed
Night, the night of five cold hollow, but lonely clamor
Even if you have a long scroll, but the world of the people, you will not know what to expect.
Peach blossoms end turn around lonely clamor
Night five cold hollow mute
Jiangshan scrolls, but also yellowed by the history of weathering
You my lifelong attachment mute
Flowering in front of the month, the transformation of the yellow sand
Langya Pavilion & Zero Yue Xinyin produced by the United States
Holding lute, sound play, but at hand, but separated by the end of the day
The first time to look back on a prosperous life of the world, the first time to see the world's most important thing is that you have the opportunity to see the world's most important thing is that you have the opportunity to see the world's most important thing.
Lyrics: wjjslove
Translation: Bonjourou Ming
You are dressed in a veil that looks like white snow, and your hair, which pours out like a waterfall, flutters in the wind. Your face is like a beautiful painting engraved in my heart.
In a trance and you look at each other silently, a thousand words but can not say, only that entangled with the difficult to unravel the sadness lingers in the heart.
Thousands of years, those countless promises under the moon have not changed. However, the beautiful youthful years are like running water and never come back, empty remaining sad sigh. Only that once a moment of beauty, become the heart of the moment of eternity.
The lost years ah, who is sad and silent? In the moment of turning around, tears flow like rain.
You hold the lute, a sound of playing and singing, and you are at hand but as if separated by the end of the world.
Looking back at the empty space, a world of prosperity, are as short-lived as a flash in the pan.
Recall the picture of the first time. Your eyebrows a little red vermilion, superb style, a smile of the face of the city so that I palpitate, and I am for you to sing that ancient beautiful poetry reed reed. (Reed: men pursue women's poetry.)
Now peach blossom has been opened, have fallen with the wind, as if the fluttering colorful butterflies pouring the last moment of life, write a beautiful splendor. At this moment is the time to say with you separately, turn around the moment, everything is fixed, around some of the hustle and bustle but have become silent, only loneliness in the quiet flow.
The late night of the fifth night is so cold, but also so empty, so dark.
Time passes, nothing is eternal. The long scroll of rivers and mountains, but also has long been yellowed, gradually weathered by history dissipated into dust.
You ah, is the only thing in my life, memories of you, read your name, a thousand times, 10,000 times can not exhaust my thoughts, until the voice has become hoarse, but also difficult to stop.
The beauty of the former flower and moonlight has been turned into yellow sand in the sky and disappeared into thin air.
You hold the lute, a sound of playing and singing, with you at hand but as if separated by the end of the world.
Looking back at the empty space, a world of prosperity, are as short-lived as a flash in the pan.
Recall the picture of the first time. Your eyebrows a little red vermilion, superb style, a smile of the face of the city so that I palpitate, and I am for you to sing that ancient beautiful poetry reed reed. (Reed: men pursue women's poetry.)
Now peach blossom has been opened, have fallen with the wind, as if the fluttering colorful butterflies pouring the last moment of life, write a beautiful splendor. At this moment, it is the time to say goodbye to you, turn around in an instant, everything is fixed, around some of the noise but are turned into no sound, only lonely in the quiet flow.
The battlefield killing, just for you alone and fighting blood to fight for the world.
For you, I would rather bear all the curses and subvert this dark dynasty, willing to sacrifice everything, even the sacrifice of life, alone in the battlefield struggle for life and death.
Remember, the oath is true or false? In this moment but all have long been no meaning, no your world, everything is in an instant collapse, become meaningless.
The face of you, but as if a stone's throw away, silently looking at each other, once in the heart of a thousand words, at this time but all turned into a quiet speechless.
The late night of the fifth night is so cold, and so empty, so dark.
Time passes, nothing is eternal. The long scroll of rivers and mountains, but also has long been yellowed, gradually weathered by history dissipated into dust.
You ah, is the only thing in my life, memories of you, read your name, a thousand times, 10,000 times can not exhaust my thoughts, until the voice has become hoarse, but also difficult to stop.
The beauty of the once-flowery days has been turned into the yellow sand of the sky and disappeared into thin air.
What is constant through the years? The right? Love? Or what? I stood on the top of the mountain, facing the hunting and whistling wind, but found that the only constant is this river and mountain earth, is still the scenery is magnificent, as if it is an ink fragrance rich landscape painting scrolls like good.