As the sun sets, the river flows slowly in the canoe.
Pour a bowl of wine or two broad beans at the door.
Old man, don't start talking about the past and the present.
The little boy swam in his dream with his head down.
Look at the smoke curling up and the sun setting.
I didn't see the comedian.
Suddenly give birth to some loneliness
But I occasionally hear the wailing in the mountains.
I don't know about ghosts or gods
If we can find out
The moonlight stopped on the tree.
early youth
The boy has a flute in his hand.
There is nowhere to hide.
Dressed in pink
a little girl
The eyes are clear and bright.
Like moonlight
Girl: Let me teach you to play the flute.
Teenager: I, I can play.
Girl: I'll teach you.
You can't see white clothes in the distance.
Vaguely
It's like standing alone
You can't see clearly until you get closer.
But I want to talk and have nothing to say.
Shy bow don't know how to respond.
The warm wind blew away the silence.
The moonlight stopped on the tree.
Shutonglang
The flute in the teenager's mouth is crisp.
Long music is coming.
A girl leaned on her shoulder.
Little feet sway.
Pick a flower fragrance
be red in the face
The moonlight stopped on the tree.
(Teenager: Looking down on you)
Shutonglang
The flute in the teenager's mouth is crisp.
Long music is coming.
A girl leaned on her shoulder.
Little feet sway.
(Girl: Leaning on your shoulder)
Pick a flower fragrance
be red in the face
Girl: You have learned it.
Teenager: Yes, I do, but I don't want you to leave.