That misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River brought farewell
Fate gathers and fate disperses like dust. It's too late to face it, but time has already passed.
A wooden flute plays mournfully and a guzheng tune resounds
I said, if you leave, I won't wait for you to look back
You smile. If you leave, I will be the one who mourns and weeps for thousands of miles.
Pear blossoms fall into sorrow
Tang Nanzhe: Why do we go so far around before suddenly looking back?
Then regret it
Fish swim happily, hibiscus stands through the water mirror
The fish always clings to the hibiscus for a long time
The pond water always wraps the fish tightly in the heart
Intricate and tangled
Only to discover that the more we search, the more we deviate from the answer
Just a few words, a sentence
When I want to open my lips, they are as heavy as a mountain
I know that all of them will end in vain
You raise your eyebrows, hold the green bamboo in your hand, and come far away
Charming smile, face like powder
I lowered my hand and caressed the fallen flowers all over the ground
endless sorrow
In the past, it was mandarin ducks and yangs, but now it's part time.
Even if we never meet, I would like to turn into a swimming fish
As you drift away in the smoke and dust, gradually pass away
Wherever you are I feel you
Even if the sea changes, I would like to become a Jia Jia
Sad and desolate, I miss you to the end of the world
Chanjuan is still a pond with regular ripples
The green clouds caress you and sigh, accompanying you thousands of miles away