{Important reminder, the tune is Dian Jian Lip, which is original. }
(I must emphasize this, lest the words I worked so hard to write are not good, but I also don't want to be mistaken for plagiarism)
"Red Lips"
Night moon, mist. Missing, looking forward to seeing through. There is no more flute sound coming from the bow of the boat. I miss my old friend and do this for the sake of it.
The wind was roaring and the water in the lake was rippling. The grebes cling to the trees, and the kites fly and sing quietly in the sky. Floating silk and green clothes, lamenting the chance encounter in this life, regretting it even more? Gaze through the vast twilight for thousands of years.
Conception: