You broke my heart.
You flow slowly
I can't stand the white waves anymore.
You are heavy and far away.
No longer hide the gray and black turbidity of the body.
Maybe through many vicissitudes.
You see through the hypocrisy of this world.
Maybe he was tortured
You no longer fantasize clearly.
Funanhe
Chengdu mother river
You were once a pure girl.
Crystal clear, smart
Not stained by a little dust.
Counting white thoughts day and night.
Sing softly all the way
Millennium whisper
Put the dream of Yangchun in March
The pink fragrance flowing into peach blossoms
What time?
Your face is beginning to haggard.
This is a rising tall building.
Cover your bright sky.
Or the engine of a car.
Keep you awake at night
Or greed?
You accept too many worldly desires.
In a busy hurry.
You lost yourself.
Funanhe
You are so heartbreaking.
I don't blame you for falling into the world of mortals
Only blame the world of mortals for too much pollution.
good person
Carefully beautify for you
Wicker flutters on both sides.
I can't get drunk in your heart.
A lot of money
Difficult rectification
Turbid waves remain.
Vent a river of pain.
Funanhe
Athena is in my dream.
Don't miss the prosperity on both sides of the strait.
Wisdom shrinks in material desires.
Beauty withers in prosperity.
Autumn dusk
Let me sing an elegy.
Pay tribute to your clean soul for thousands of years.
This city is very dirty.
How do you know?