A piece of melancholy over the years
Text/Green Yi Xiangxuan
Smoggy and crossing
Old stories
Through the twilight wanders through the years.
Walking in the forest,
Golden leaves flutter in the mist.
Two pieces fell between the benches.
It lies comfortably in a chair,
Close your eyes,
It was as if in a deep sleep.
Although it is September,
The lotus flowers in the pond are still blooming.
Mountains and rivers meet,
The lotus flower is a soft song.
The sound of the flute,
Still is
Can't wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.
The gate of the heavy years,
Shrouded in mist.
Longing in the mist,
Affectionate promises full of paper.
Silly
Waiting under the osmanthus tree,
Looking at the end of the world, white silk.
Three thousand feet of white hair, red face for a moment.
thousand-foot hairspring,
Forget to go home.
Walking in our world,
A touch of warm sunshine,
Gazing at you,
Waiting for its own awakening.
Wanderers in the Wandering,
A home forever.
The water of the mountain homeland of the hometown,
Eternal concern.
That long vow,
On the day of ninety-nine,
A piece of sauvignon blanc spills the years.
Text: Original by Luyi Xiangxuan!
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