In fact, this is a Xie Le short story based on the lyrics I wrote...
Because I listened to the song sung over and over again and couldn't stop at all...
Here are the lyrics:
The young man from Chang'an has admiration hidden in his heart
Jiangling Ancient Road Chief Jishan Qingyanlang
Southern Xinjiang is in panic for the first time, the still water lake is shining brightly
Looking back at Taoyuanfang, admiring and hiding it in my heart
Looking back at the still water and lake light, blue hair becomes frost
The lone bird's wings are damaged
I still remember the hasty donation of poison, the sinking sand and the bright moon
How is the light flowing at the bottom of the goddess's tomb?
Since then, a world has passed across the sea and rivers
The night is still young, no chance of getting married again
Lonely people look at each other from afar, missing each other is vain
The moonlight reflects on the window again, and my fingertips feel cold when I brush my clothes
After farewell, the soul will have long dreams. Where do you want to go after leaving?
Hide the dense dew again and pay it to the Yangtze River one day
As the years pass by, the birds fly again
The boundless floating world and the peach blossoms falling in the sky
The lantern is dreaming, the solitary umbrella separates the ginseng merchants
The flowers and moon are fragrant and the dew is fragrant. Why is the whiteness so bright?
Looking back at the vastness of the snowy plains, the flowing moon becomes a scene of sorrow
The long branches of the tree become a withered burial
The yellow sands of the Western Region are barren and desolate.
I still remember the laughter at the campfire
The moon turns into frost, where is the end of the world?
How can we forget each other? There is no room left until the end of time
Lonely and looking at each other, we miss each other without thinking
The moonlight still reflects on the window, my clothes are wet and my heart feels cold
After farewell, the soul and dreams are deserted. Where do you want to go after leaving?
The heavy dew will be hidden in the cold river one day
As time goes by, where will the bird go?
The vast floating world, the old appearance of Taoyuan
The ghost lamp is in the palm of my hand, the lonely umbrella is covered with snow and frost
Taste the dew of the flower moon, white but not shiny
Looking back at the years, hundreds of years go by again