This passerby is sparsely populated,
The moon is like a mirror.
Only one person broke up,
Tears are exchanged.
A breeze blew,
Willow tip,
Flying in the wind.
Tears are not dry,
Everyone's gone,
Alas, I didn't finish singing a song
Looking back like a dream,
May the world,
Never heard of crying again.
Today next year,
Fly to Jinlong Yufeng.
When revisiting the old place,
High five,
Sing a song to celebrate each other.
Don't cry,
Every song is heavier than any capital.