Spring flowers and autumn moon, drunk dreams for thousands of years.
Rain scatters dust, and winter frost blows geese.
The snow is silent, but the rain falls on Chang 'an.
In June, I went to Jiangnan Yunwai alone.
The lights were dim, and Mozi was intoxicated in the brocade shirt.
The rope parted in two places, leaving only a few silk marks.
Song of prosperity and Chang 'an dance.
In a hurry for a year, the ancient city is bustling.
Whose eyes are heroes for life?
Raise your glass and look far away, and the world is far away.
Ten miles in the cold pond, frogs croak outside the curtain.
In a hurry for a year, the rain fell on Chang 'an.
Whose eyes are filled with tears?
Chang 'an, the rain only covers your face.
The rain fell on Chang 'an, and the lights in the cold pool were chaotic.
After a long time, the fox spirits in da ji have all dispersed.
An Shi's chaos is far away, and Fei Yang's butterfly fate.
The world of mortals is chaotic, and my fair lady is gorgeous.
Spring flowers laugh, winter frost blows cold nose.
Da ji is in the last place, while Zhou Wang is not a Zen.
Madam Yuhuan, Xuanzong was too drunk to speak.
The pond ten miles away was still cold, and Jiang Shang cut it with his sword.
It's raining tonight, and Anshi has long smoke.
Cool silk, rain, tears, tears and hearts.
Flowers are thick, spring fragrance, clothing is thick, and powder is thick.
Gentle voice and gentle words, gentle beauty and gentle smile.
Fluttering hair, fluttering geese, fluttering songs and dances, fluttering drunkenness.
A little nutmeg hurts a little, a little shocked.
Broken strings, broken wounds, broken gorgeous broken centers.
Broken tassels, broken youth, broken sadness and broken hiding.
Away from Jiangnan, away from the heart.
The first ballad, the first song, the first childhood memory.
A piece of red makeup covers, and a piece of past memories.
Momo, Momo, Momo, Momo, Momo, Momo.
The silent night is silent, and the silent Long song is silent.
Filar silk willows fly, filar silk dusk snow filar silk tears.
Three thousand moss, three thousand sorrow, three thousand beauty, three thousand kinds.
Three lives and stones stand by and three lives are opposite.
Light lotus root and light makeup, light beauty and minor injuries.
It's raining at dusk, it's raining, it's fragrant and it's raining.
Cangtianya Cangren, Cangjianghu Canglang.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry.
Ten miles in the cold pond, the lights are dim, but who knows, tonight, the rain falls on Chang' an?
Ten miles cold pond, lights chaos, who knows, tonight, the rain fell on Chang' an?