Jiangnan Yazi Si Yan, send tune four sons of Ling.
[Trickster]
Qingshi Road, Wuyi Lane, it is the rain in Jiangnan.
Helplessly broke the bridge without Xu Xian, empty sigh Zhenjiang Jinshan Temple.
[More leaky]
Northern wine, a thousand cups embellished, Yan Zhao Haoxia. Southern country, beautiful eyebrows, spring sleep more feminine.
Yizhang red, pipa song, small building difficult to lock new words. Depressed, chaotic piano, drunk several times in his life.
[Nangoko]
Last night, the moon was mid-autumn. The beauty invited me to climb the small building. Persuade Ru to drink the parting wine even more.
Drunk, alone. The lonely smoke and rain outside the window, the infinite acacia eyes are soft.
[Mulberry Picking]
The feast was gone, and the small building was empty. The cups and plates are all collected, and the lonely moon is like a hook.
I wanted to roll up my sleeves but it was difficult to walk, it turned out to be drunk, it was hard to tolerate alcohol, and the people outside the window were singing sadly.
Falling flowers follow the piano, and the sound of the piano is shocking. I went to the village to find the flowers, and I saw no butterflies but only bees,
Honey Hunt! search!
Once upon a time, I used to linger in the roses outside the window, and the light rain would wantonly wet me. I like the season without an umbrella, the gentle verses, the slow and quiet feelings.
I like to go alone to distant thoughts like that kind of rainy season, the beauty is unforgettable. I remember my umbrella, given a smile I wasn't familiar with, in exchange for a quiet silence.