Ancient style classic—Liu Keyi (Qingshan volume)

Lyrics: Liu Keyi

Music: Liu Kai/Liu Keyi

Arranger: Xiong Jian

Ke:

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Fold a branch of peony in the poem

On both sides of your pen and ink

When the rain covers the paper umbrella, Luoyang will be dyed

Kai:

That year the apricot blossoms hid the width of my sleeves

The mountains painted for you with incense

Last night I listened to the music of the water flowing through the window

Ke:

Just like that old friend coming with his qin in his arms

Kai:

Can’t hide the green mountains and the white snow

Ke:

Listen No one can say Yan Jishuang

He:

Yun Jipai

Ke:

Just like that old friend coming with his qin in his arms

Kai:

The west wind blows close to the water and there is no balcony

Ke:

Who is left outside the half-step verandah

Together:

Half a Lifetime

Ke:

Fold a branch of the peony in the poem

On both sides of your pen and ink

When the rain covers the paper umbrella, Luoyang will be dyed

Together:

That year the apricot blossoms hid the width of the sleeves

The mountains painted for you with incense

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Ke:

Just like that old friend who came with his qin in his arms

Kai:

Can't hide in the mountains Qing Ying Xue Bai

Ke:

I can’t hear anyone talking about Yan Jishuang

Together:

Yun Jipai

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Just like that old friend who came with his harp

Kai:

Playing the west wind near the water, the building is covered with water

Ke:

Who is left outside the half-step verandah

Together:

Half a lifetime of love

Together:

Just like that

Ke:

Just like that old friend who came with his qin in his arms

Kai:

You can’t hide the green mountains and the white snow

Ke :

I can’t hear people talking about Yan Jishuang

Together:

Yun Jipai

Ke:

Just like that old friend who came with his qin in his arms

Kai:

Playing the west wind near the water without the balcony

Ke:

Who is left outside the half-step verandah?

Combined:

Half relieved

Suddenly, there were endless waves in my heart, thinking of those beautiful poems

The third and fourth sentences I forgot who the author was, forgot, forgot...