Do you have the lyrics of Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow?

Huang Zi, a vocal divertimento, is a large-scale vocal divertimento with ten movements, but Huang Zi only finished seven of them. These seven actions are: 1. Yue Xian is everywhere (mixed voice four-part chorus); 2. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life (female three-part chorus and soprano and bass solo and duet); 3. Until the war drum, it exploded from Yuyang, shaking the earth (male four-part chorus); 5. People in the army stop and no one will move (male four-part chorus); 6. Until under their hooves, they may trample on those moths (soprano solo); 8. The mountains are in the ethereal space (female voice three-part chorus). Huang Zi (1904-1938), Qu, and some addenda, where fairy music is everywhere, and ... Li Gong, a high rose, is new to the blue clouds. A song, Yuefu French sound, neon fairy sound even, dance, feather clothes back to snow, tea clouds. Like lotus flowers in the wind, the branches of poplars are fluttering. Floating, floating, I want to go but turn around. There is even a jade tube ice string ringing, asking the world, when will it smell? On the seventh day of July, the wind blew into the plane leaves in the Changsheng Temple, while the autumn light of Han Yin was clean. We meet in the sky every year, and you admire the double stars. It is always difficult to rely on human love. Now, it is a great honor to be pampered, but it is like autumn wind. Immortal couples live forever, which is like dust? Ask him if he meets once a year, just like fighting for me and Qing. Take the first pair of binary stars as an example, and swear eternal love. We hope to fly in heaven, and two birds will become one and grow together on the earth. Two branches of a tree ... will follow each other forever. Until the war drums, from Yuyang boom, shake the earth to get drums, starting from the border, looking at Chang' an in the west, making up in the Sixth Palace, waving sleeves and dancing. How could he have expected that the border minister would rebel? It doesn't matter which country he is in. I only love beauty and wine, not mountains and rivers. Bing Wei Zhen Ge raised his hand to break Tongguan, looked at the bonfire in the city and pointed to Chang 'an in the sunset. And broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes, got drunk with golden bottles, knocked on sandalwood boards, and sang every night. Yulou for half a day, singing and dancing in the deep palace courtyard, home and banquet. If you don't guard against it, it will become a rebellion in the elbow and armpit! Only hateful! Missed the military aircraft's letter, called An Lushan, the soldier who committed a crime. Knock rumble, drums blaring, breaking Tongguan. I'm so confused, so scared, so chilling! No way, he led the officials and abandoned Chang' an. The most pitiful and warmest nephrite is used to being careless, but now, how to get rid of the difficulties of Shu Dao! The soldiers stopped, and none of them wanted to stir. The journey was hard and the road was long. He is a hateful Yang Guifei, and a killer Prime Minister Yang. Blame the king of Qi for his lack of ideas, spoil the Prime Minister Yang, blame the king of Qi for his lack of ideas, degenerate and gentle country, abandon mountains and rivers, abandon rusted mountains and rivers, and have scattered families in the chaos. It's never easy to destroy a good thing before you die. You can only blame fate! It's hard to break the feeling of ileum. Although the tears are not dry, I advise the king not to sigh for beauty and cherish the country! Two feelings have been together for a long time, and heaven and earth are close. The bell rings in the rainy night, which sounds like a trip in the mountains, a trip in the water, and the rugged Shu Road is the hardest to walk. One is higher and the other is lower, just like hating injustice in your chest! Looking back at Mayi Post Station, I saw Wanshanheng. As the clouds gradually fade at sunset, apes crow and geese crow, adding sorrow and choking! Flags are flying, the wind is shaking, and the cold rain is sad. Hurriedly climbed up the Jiange, carved the saddle, and paused. The night is deep, people are quiet, it's raining, it's raining, it's raining, it's dripping into the secluded window and ringing the bronze bell. Every line is heartbreaking, and every drop is heartbreaking. The wind changes into rain, and loneliness is like a dream. Cry, sigh, who knows this situation? My heart is rolling and sobbing until dawn! Part of the intangible world is surrounded by clouds and auspicious clouds, Penglai Fairy Island is empty, and Qionghua Yushu is lush, but they laugh at him. How many love seedlings and how many infatuated species are there? On and off, sad and happy, dreaming of acacia in vain, unable to understand, the dream is empty after all. The Xigong and Nangong are littered with tossed and turned evening grass. After several years of cold and heat, they returned from the robbery and were vaguely in the courtyard. But see that: Calyx Building Gaofurong Garden is small, with ordinary colorful buildings carved with beams and painted buildings, and beautiful beads and columns; Autumn grass grows in the south of Xigong University, and yellow flowers are full of sadness. I'm afraid to see that: children in the pear garden, a sword green moths, temples covered with frost, but I can't see: music in clothes, feathers dancing back, alas! Ask where Jade Man is. Where is Jade Man? Now! At dusk, fireflies fly in the temple, and the lights are alone, and old love and new hate * * * Who is talking? The number is even more leaking, and tears are pouring down! When this endless sadness continues, the bleak autumn rain is full of buttonwood trees, silent Mori Palace, desolate jade steps in the south, bleak green and sad red. With the distance between life and death year after year, however, no beloved soul has ever visited his dream, and now he is afraid to listen to the songs of the rain bell, only one voice, worrying about 10 thousand kinds. Thinking is heavy, thinking is heavy, old love and new hate are like a tide, and there is no news. It is expected that we will never meet again.