The years have forgotten which night is fragrant
The bronze mirror sighs and the window is dimly dressed
The flowers complain about autumn, will you complain about the moonlight
Youmeng Chang wakes up and wipes his tears with a few lines
The eyebrows are regretted by the dust on the paper and the frost on the temples
The clouds cover the moon, what injury are you trying to cover up with your pen
Again How can we look at each other forever when we are far away and want to hold hands?
Who is looking back with a faint smile and a faint voice?
You have been wielding ink for ten years, life and death are uncertain
How can you make your fragrance linger? Don't think about it
In this life, I can see through the thousands of waves from the edge of the cliff
How many people suddenly feel like you and have an unforgettable love
I only wish to be together but things are unpredictable
Still in love after ten years of life and death
Zhao Wei - Jiang Chengzi
The years have forgotten which night rouge is fragrant
The bronze mirror sighs vaguely at the window Dressing up
Flowers complain about autumn, will you complain about the moonlight
Youmeng Chang wakes up and wipes her tears for a few lines
Growing eyebrows and regretting the dust on the paper and the frost on the temples
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The clouds cover the moon, what hurts are you trying to hide with your pen?
How can we look at each other forever if we meet again from afar and want to hold hands
Who is looking back with a faint smile and a faint voice
You have been writing ink for ten years, life and death are boundless
Even if you are fragrant, how can you not think about it
But in this life, you can see thousands of waves from the edge of the cliff
How many people Suddenly it seems that your love is unforgettable
I only wish that my two hearts can be together but the world is uncertain
I still love you for ten years and the uncertainty of life and death