Lyrics: Zhou Jieying
Composer: Ouyang Yuntao
Singing: Xu Laqi
The bottom leaf of the sprouting crescent cup turns yellow.
The smoke clears and your heart is echoing.
It's just a wisp of incense that pierced the old wound.
It's been a thousand years, and it's still dripping quietly.
Camphor wood on the coffee table is shallow and light. Who hides it in winter?
If you miss a cup, you won't get cold easily.
What has been swallowed has been extended in the past.
Years later, when I returned to my hometown,
I heard her say that the taste of tea has changed.
I heard her say that her memory was frozen into frost.
Several alleys are winding.
Bypass her heart
So lingering, like missing.
I heard her say there were people in the old place.
I heard her say they asked me how I was doing.
Yanta southeast bend and second bend
feel homesick
Just a trickle.
Meng hui cha Xiang
Camphor wood on the coffee table is shallow and light. Who hides it in winter?
If you miss a cup, you won't get cold easily.
What has been swallowed has been extended in the past.
Years later, when I returned to my hometown,
I heard her say that the taste of tea has changed.
I heard her say that her memory was frozen into frost.
Several alleys are winding.
Bypass her heart
So lingering, like missing.
I heard her say there were people in the old place.
I heard her say they asked me how I was doing.
Yanta southeast bend and second bend
feel homesick
Just a trickle.
Meng hui cha Xiang
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