If you know what you hear, is it appropriate?
Cymbidium coriander, taro and fragrant cheese.
Another lady, this is from you.
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Sorry, I don't remember it later. This Chinese lyric is an ancient poem, which is beautifully written.
I can only help you so much.
Oh, I remember. You can sing the following lyrics in the tone of Scarborough Fair: (Ancient Poetry)
Ask yourself if what you are doing is appropriate. Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Orchid coriander, Yu Yu fragrant branch. Parsely sage, rosemary and thyme.
Another lady, send a message. Please give my regards to the people who live there.
The Iraqi people used to know me. She was my true love.
Tell that beautiful woman to get my clothes ready. Tell her to make me a linen shirt.
Orchid coriander, Yu Yu fragrant branch. Parsely sage, rosemary and thyme.
Do not use an anvil, there are no gaps or defects. No seams, no sewing.
Where are the Iraqis? Comfort my acacia. Then she will be my true love.
(backup singer)
The shadow of another mountain is a deep forest wasteland. On the hillside deep in the forest
Green,
Looking for carpets in winter, old birds and swallows. The sparrow's trail is brown in the snow crown.
Snow covered the fields and the mountains were dull. Blankets and bedding
maintain
Sleep without feeling it, cold and hissing. Sleeping does not know the call of the horn.
Tell him to be beautiful and camp at my house. Tell her to find me an acre of land.
Orchid coriander, Yu Yu fragrant branch. Parsely sage, rosemary and thyme.
Built on fertile land, the land of the sea. Between the sea and the coast,
Iraqis should be there. Let me see each other. Then she will be my true love.
(backup singer)
In the shade of another mountain, the leaves are sparse and the moss is eroded. There are scattered leaves on the hillside.
Wash away my lonely grave, beads and tears gradually stained. Wash the grave with smooth tears.
Cherish my sword and brush it every day. A soldier is wiping a gun.
Silent and cold. Sleeping does not know the call of the horn.
Tell that beautiful woman to accept my autumn harvest. Tell her to harvest with a sickle.
Leather.
Orchid coriander, Yu Yu fragrant branch. Parsely sage, rosemary and thyme.
Don't give up or lose what you have collected. Collect them into a bunch of heather.
The Iraqis are still there, but I swear. Then she will be my true love.
(backup singer)
A bonfire is a roaring sound and a teacher who bathes in blood. The war raged in the scarlet barracks.
The general has orders, diligent king. Generals ordered their soldiers to kill.
Fight for a cause.
Why fight, forget its purpose for a long time. They have long forgotten.
Insensitive, indifferent, sad. Sleeping does not know the call of the horn.