Cold song and broken strings
- Tonight, thin fingers flicking
- Wen\Leaning on the railing to listen to the wind
The seasons keep rotating
The years are exquisite
The passing years
Pay attention
It is already autumn
Count the blue water
Look at the clouds and smoke
Can't stay The past
that we lived in fixed the beauty in a certain corner of
and secretly fermented into sadness
A little bit
The prosperity is still
The waves of clouds and water
It cannot stand the reincarnation
The disability after being trampled
The eyes that once smiled with a smile
Looking back
are already lonely A piece of
The wind is rustling
Fallen leaves are whirling
The fleeting years
Smear the faint sentimentality into a roll
Lingering at the intersection of the years
Slowly
Spreading on the other side of the millennium of lovesickness
If time is not indebted
Who can't understand the romantic love
But due to the seasons
they were euphemistically separated
That time the true love under the peach blossom tree
The autumn wind was incomprehensible to Xiao Shuihan
The cold moon was difficult to understand and the fallen flowers were broken
That journey passed
One eye was deeply in love
How did it end
The fate of the world
was blurred Slightly speechless
Hurrying clouds
Scattered in the dust
Broken and messy
How many obsessions
Accumulated into the mottos of the years
Follow the passing years
Silent
A few spare sounds lamenting in the wind
This fate
How much sincerity does it take to understand it?
A love
How many hardships must one go through before it can last forever
Who has the medicine to cure this patient who is reluctant to leave
Like a dream in the world
How many infatuations
are drifting away in the wind in the waves of time
Those sounds of sadness and resentment
Regretful for the sincere call
Cold music and broken strings
Tonight, thin fingers flicking
Drunk chanting Qingci
Asking
Who has let down how many spring flowers and autumn dreams the moon is based on