The lyrics are beautiful, the classical charm is strong, Mao's voice is still full of storytelling, long and long, and Reba's singing voice is unexpectedly sweet and fresh. People often say that the end of the world, when there is poverty in every step, there are few years of life, whether there is one person, and finally becomes a fool in your heart that is difficult to put down, making you frequently want to look back, and the years cannot be forgotten. Who sent me cold winter and depression, when the spring is warm, may you and I meet one person in the world, listen to the wind and watch the rain, share the warm sun, can be gentle years, amazing time. May you have the stupidity to become foolish for love, and the courage to write poetry from the fire.
Silver snow in the sky, fire on earth.
Every time a flower blooms in the spring, life is happy.
However, it is difficult to defeat the wind and sand and the leaves are chaotic, and the oblique moon is hovering in the shadow.
If I don't have you, I will be broken to pieces of bones and intestines, and it will be difficult for me to cross my heart day by day, and this body will not become a poem, and there will be no more perfect liberation.
Behind that door, there are you smiling and reflecting pear blossoms;
Behind that door, there is you frost melting and playing the kite, but why is it locked.
Like a song is easy to lose, the past is difficult to guess. Sorrow must be destroyed, by whom, the wine has not awakened, and sorrow has returned.
Feihong stepping on the snow, bathing in fire into poetry, mountains and rivers burning pen words, looking at the end of the world can meet her /him, two hearts, how to die and die.
If you are old in the world, you will have to leave people to see each other.
And listen, Mao is not easy to sing, the snow is gorgeous.