Looking back at Mo Dao, the flowing water also knew the return date, but could not find the way to come, the sadness of the early morning spilled all over the place, who stood in anticipation until dusk, everything seemed to reappear yesterday, all laughter fell in the twenty-year-old flower season me
author：Qu Jun
Looking
Mo Dao Xiaoyao
The flow of water also knows the return date
But they couldn't find their way there
The sorrow of the morning spilled all over the ground
Who stood in anticipation until dusk
It was as if yesterday had come back to life
All laughter
Falls in the twentieth-year-old flower season
I washed myself with tears
Do everything in one's power
I want to get rid of those worries and sorrows
In the sound of the flute
Forget everything
Stay in those old days
It's still me
Expect a punctual messenger
Take away the thoughts
Looking back at Mo Dao, the flowing water also knew the return date, but could not find the way to come, the sadness of the early morning spilled all over the place, who stood in anticipation until dusk, everything seemed to reappear yesterday, all laughter fell in the twenty-year-old flower season me
Looking back at Mo Dao, the flowing water also knew the return date, but could not find the way to come, the sadness of the early morning spilled all over the place, who stood in anticipation until dusk, everything seemed to reappear yesterday, all laughter fell in the twenty-year-old flower season me
Looking back at Mo Dao, the flowing water also knew the return date, but could not find the way to come, the sadness of the early morning spilled all over the place, who stood in anticipation until dusk, everything seemed to reappear yesterday, all laughter fell in the twenty-year-old flower season me
