There is a charm.
The ugly stone shines beautiful light for me.
There is a spring.
Flowing out of my black soil
Without a trace of dust.
When the sky hangs low in the wind and green
People put one festival after another aside.
Jinghua
Show their prosperity
You are the coach who stripped all the feathers.
In the mud
Give birth to the freshest violet of this season.
Who is the serenade for?
Lonely lights and nocturnes in smoke
For whom is a hundred years?
Nocturnal songs are lifelong lovers.
Sing for whom till death do us part.
Planting bamboo under the moon
But with a sigh
Make the sad birds in the forest unable to bear to fly.
Clean flowers are in the distant mountains.
Attract tsing yi people
It is always an expression.
Always a state of mind.
Always keep your head down and your back to the sun.
Always parked in the moonlight and smiled at the yellow sand.
How many people died for you?
Your heart is no longer interested.
Who is the serenade for?