Who plays the strings in the autumn water and sings the beauty of the prosperous age with the boat?
The pavilion collapses, the mournful song falls, and the clouds and smoke disappear with it
The wind is blowing, the road is three thousand, the beautiful scenery has been seen all over
Nanhuai Moon, snow on buildings and boats, is finally not what it used to be
The past life is ethereal. A few people worship the sky on a high platform.
The rose blooms like blood, burning before the last beacon fire
The iron armor is still there, who will be buried in the past?
The bones are gone and the dusk hides them, leaving nothing in the annals of history for years to come
Climbing chrysanthemum yellow charming eyes
The soul of Qingyang in the bowl is dancing, and the horse's skirt is dancing
The sun and moon fly as fast as light and electricity
How many times in my life have I rubbed shoulders with you
The Blood of Shangyang, the changes in the star field, and the collapse of the Jade Mountain
Ask the gentleman, what do you think? I will be drunk with beauty tonight
A life-long alliance is gone like an arrow. Laugh, don't laugh, life or death depends on heaven.
Tiger Tooth Spear, Cangyun Sword, and Prophecy
Reading the remaining scrolls, lonely eyes, the old moon on the paper is so lovely
When you are lingering, the flowers are thick and the spring breeze is like a young man
The wind and snow are dark, the old dreams are far away, the country is dancing this night
One hugs each other, two sleep forever, the song ends and no one is seen
Thyme is red, the frost is still pure, the snow is bright
Looking back in the smoke, who is holding a fan to hide his smile?
At that time, the song was flowing and the clouds had dispersed, and no one could see it.
The journey has been long and the past is forgotten, waiting to be strung out again.
(From: Jiuzhou·Piaomiaolu·Singing of Troubled Times
Song: Moxiang·Town
Lyrics and vocals: Finale)