Lyrics, look at the smoke from the kitchen in the depths of the bamboo forest, and look at someone playing flute and singing under the tree. It seems to be from Kenzo Animation.

Unforgettable-You Kemao

Words: Qing Yan Qu: Past dust is like a dream

I thought I was young and frivolous

I was allowed to break into the Jianghu with three feet of Qingfeng

Who would have thought that I would lose to the seven-inch needle mountain

I would never forget the fragrance of flowers and seas

You have no regrets about getting to know each other

What's wrong with being a person without changing the classics

. Wandering

Look at the ten-mile lotus fragrance in the West Lake.

No one enjoys the ten-mile lotus fragrance.

Look at the mandarin ducks in front of the building outside the building.

The mandarin ducks in front of the building are in pairs.

Why not * * * Hide this spring scenery lightly

don't live up to

this great time, good time

Look at the beautiful woman at the bridge head of Naxiling

Look at the tide and ebb of Qiantang River

The tide and ebb of the river water rise again

Crossing the road and crossing the tea house, the lights are dim

A city wind. In the past,

when I look back, I vaguely feel that I am going home and swaying lightly.

I still look like I was wearing red makeup.

Look at the smoke from the kitchen in the depths of the bamboo forest.

Look at someone singing a flute under the tree.

Someone singing a flute.

Playing a romantic song, singing a love story for two generations.

Sit in a thatched cottage and wait for the old friend to pass through the west window.

After wearing a mask, his eyebrows are as clear as ever.

After sitting alone for several times, his aftertaste is like wine.

Look at the peach blossom blooming several times.

Look at the fisherman's song popping into the reeds.

Look at the fisherman's song. I have a pot of old wine, and it smells old.

Look at the blue waves and white sails on the Dongting Lake.

Look at the wine shop. Mr. Storyteller patted the hall of surprise.

Mr. Storyteller patted the hall of surprise.

I revisited the old place to see people coming and going in the market.

Suddenly I heard that there was laughter coming from where.

It was the man who threw a wine bar and stood in front <