Ancient love,
As time goes by, through time and space.
Women like absolute beauty,
From far and near, Shanshan floated in.
Quietly wandering by the window,
Excitement stops at loneliness.
I dare not speak too much, for fear,
The butterfly is alert and whispers.
Dishes,
As if from heaven, lingering on two strings,
In a trance, with this ambiguous color.
Cold light butterfly language, slowly flowing from the string,
The palace is in the sky, and the moon stars are rare. What year is tonight?
Chew this love repeatedly,
Bitterness lingers between lips and teeth,
It was a heavy thunder that dispelled the resentment.
Black and blue.
I miss it, I hope,
I hope the lonely grave will open the hope of history,
No cold rain, no cold wind.
All I want is a thousand-year-old beauty!
The beauty that remains unchanged for thousands of years!
The wind roared. The rain cried and the fog was miserable.
Suddenly, Dish ran away,
Are you scared by the roaring tears?
Or are you afraid that the piano will not fly if its wings are broken?
Butterfly,
Please don't stare at me with frightened eyes, look at me!
Heartbroken, broken piano, sad.
There's only a lingering sound,
Everyone is drunk, drunk.
The dream is drunk,
How many people's souls are drunk and how many people's hearts are drunk.
Get drunk and rest for a thousand years!
This Millennium is crazy and dreamy, like clouds, like fog, like tears and anger.
For example, andante, such as Shaanxi opera songs,
A beautiful elegy.
Who says that if life is only as hazy as it first appears?
Write down the most classic page in the history of love in meeting, knowing each other and falling in love?
Affectionate butterfly, where to leave,
Still waiting in memory,
Woven with eternal sadness and lingering.
Such nostalgia, such freshness, shocked the Millennium water lily-
Sing the beauty of the Millennium!