"All I ask for is a few years of peace."
Both sides of the stage curtain
The sound of your water surrounds me like a curtain
These fireworks make people so greedy that they think they are no longer a guest.
The tea is only half warm, but the fragrance lingers
The water-sleeved man dance got drunk and woke up, the cruise ship's flute played as a promise
Celadon tea cup filled with wine and drink in dreams
The madness and reluctance of love in troubled times
Passionate costume show, the remaining warmth of the gun barrel whirling
The car windows are thin and there is no way to think about it.
You lured me away from the Qingjiang River and turned old records into wasted coins
There are maple leaves falling at the end of the dark alley, and the Beijing wind stirs up the snow and makes the car rutted.
The burned out fire, is this love a mistake?
The endless burning all night, the fall
Who will ponder the lyrics and whose feathers will be lonely for thousands of years?
Yueqin accompanies cloud gongs, the gun has gone cold, the wind has stopped, leaving nothing but space to cut and intoxicated with electric waves