WangXian La chan

Flying flowers, green wind, one year young
Lonely Su flips the spring tide again
The group of winds hums in the deep clouds
The misty face naturally brings thoughts
Even if people leave, the icy heart still smiles

After the rain, the lute bridge
The bamboo pole slightly picks up, who catches it
All kinds of sweetness will be paid with a smile in the future

It turns out that the dust is just old
How can the matters of the heart avoid the dust
Playing a tune with you, exchanging pain for hatred
A thousand ways to pass, still naive

Saying casually, different air and carefree
Deep but vast
The misty water jumps with Qingzhou
The clouds are flat, the lights connect to the sky
Waking up, it's not him laughing

The world has three thousand rules
Not even half a laugh, who can laugh the most
Listening to the strings, looking at the opportunity, the feelings are difficult to understand

It turns out that the wind only takes a moment
Why ask everywhere about the past memories
Drawing the end of life and death with you, the warmth of nine ascents
Ten years of dreams turn into absolute cold

It turns out that the dust is just old
How can the matters of the heart avoid the dust
Playing a tune with you, exchanging pain for hatred
A thousand ways to pass, still naive