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Carving flowers with my hand, the blade winds a thousand times into a painting The renowned Merit Pagoda is a home by the bridge Spring breeze wraps around my hair, red silk embroidered as a gift for him With fierce brows, I pretend to be dressed for marriage Crashing sand, white hair on the pillow, toasting with wine Youthful elegance, splendid clothes and horses, it's all just a moment Inevitably careless, childhood eaves, unpredictable changes Separated by mountains and seas, turning back to calmly brew tea A lifetime long Resending a past, letting all hope flow away Has there been any folly that makes me remember your appearance? Covered in frost Who writes only two lines? Trading a corner for your peace Then enduring this hardship, you are still in my heart A lifetime long Resending a past, letting all hope flow away Has there been any folly that makes me remember your appearance? Covered in frost Who writes only two lines? Trading a corner for your peace Then enduring this hardship, you are still in my heart

Words are never clearly spoken, how can I understand? Every word and sentence feels like a trap. Old grudges are always brought up, who's being unreasonable? Your hands push away just the right amount. Then the war ignites again. We hug back to back, abusing silence to roar. Love didn't have time to grow old, buried in the joke of a wildfire. We hug back to back, the truth tangles and wanders in circles. Just wanted me to know, just wanted you to know. The warning of love. I don't want to end up strangers, finding it on my own. If we can hug, don't let go easily. We hug back to back, abusing silence to roar. Love didn't have time to grow old, buried in the joke of a wildfire. We hug back to back, the truth tangles and wanders in circles. Just wanted me to know, just wanted you to know. This warning. Just wanted me to know, just wanted you to know, the warning of love.

When the wind reaches here, it becomes sticky Sticking to the longing of passersby When the rain reaches here, it tangles into threads Entwining us to linger in this world Having you by my side is fate Fate written on the Stone of Three Lives Love has one ten-thousandth of sweetness I'd rather be buried right here Circles, round and round, circles, every day, every year, every day, I Deeply look at your face An angry gentle, a complaining gentle face We who don't understand the torment of love and hate All thought that falling in love was as fickle as wind and clouds Believing one day of love is worth eternity At this moment, time was frozen Believing one day of love is worth eternity At this moment, time was frozen We who don't know how to show tenderness Still thought that dying for love was just an ancient legend How painful can the sorrow of parting be, how deep can the pain be When dreams are buried in the misty rain of Jiangnan Only when the heart breaks, do we understand

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Light, whose candle illuminates the maze set by time? Light, shifting the positions of brightness and dark, flowing wantonly. See, where someone stood, the chessboard is already riddled with holes. See, the truest and falsest appearances before your eyes, what does it matter if they're false? Carrying a fervent, stubborn heart, heading towards the most forgiving execution ground. Cracked and shattered, all echo hollowly. In the end, I find myself grateful for the sunset still remaining on my body. No time to tell, how turbulent the story is. There are the most rugged peaks that fulfilled your and my wildness. The clear moonlight and full moon on the sea, filling the cup with light. There are the most aloof snow mountains that quietly listened to your and my chanting. The scenes the world envies are nothing more than ordinary. Light can find the arduous path, and can also illuminate the smooth path ahead. Light, filling the dilapidated world, without needing to be measured. See, the impermanence you calculated, and the hesitation when you arrived. See, eventually, courage arises to stand alone against the absurdity of the world. Carrying a fervent, stubborn heart, heading towards the most forgiving execution ground. Cracked and shattered, all echo hollowly. In the end, I find myself grateful for the sunset still remaining on my body. No time to tell, how turbulent the story is. There are the most rugged peaks that fulfilled your and my wildness. The clear moonlight and full moon on the sea, filling the cup with light. There are the most aloof snow mountains that quietly listened to your and my chanting. The scenes the world envies are nothing more than ordinary. There are the most rugged peaks that fulfilled your and my wildness. The clear moonlight and full moon on the sea, filling the cup with light. There are the most broken scrolls that recorded the long passage of time. An accidentally picked-up tile counts the chill. There are the most aloof snow mountains that quietly listened to your and my chanting. The scenes the world envies are nothing more than ordinary. There are the most slender characters, already yellowed with memory. And I, once again, lay the foundation for the next chapter.

In a faraway little mountain village Lived a young boy Sweat always soaked his clothes Crossing the mountain ridge every day His basket filled with future hopes Life pressed down on his slender shoulders Stumbling and falling along this path His heart also felt lost The young boy of the distant mountains, heart without borders Mountain roads are long, dreams are distant Moonlight illuminates the distance The look of longing in his eyes The young boy of the distant mountains, heart without borders Smoke from cooking fires echoes in the valley First sight, the boy draws his bow Not fearing the long passage of time In a faraway little mountain village Lived a young boy Sweat always soaked his clothes Crossing the mountain ridge every day His basket filled with future hopes Life pressed down on his slender shoulders Stumbling and falling along this path His heart also felt lost The young boy of the distant mountains, heart without borders Mountain roads are long, dreams are distant Moonlight illuminates the distance The look of longing in his eyes The young boy of the distant mountains, heart without borders Smoke from cooking fires echoes in the valley First sight, the boy draws his bow Not fearing the long passage of time

If the mistakes I could make Were all the mistakes I could have made I would still have time to regret If I hadn't said everything That little disturbance Would have been laughed off In front of love, what about self-respect? It's better to just let it go It's all my fault For being silent when I should have been And weak when I should have been brave If it wasn't me Mistaking myself for being cool, making us sad But if the you back then and the me now could go back If that day I had said the right things properly And not insisted on understanding If that day I hadn't been provoked by emotions What would you have done? So many ifs, maybe 'if I had' Sadly, there are no ifs, only the outcome remains If I had understood your straightforwardness earlier Or if I had met the mature me a little later

The moon blooms in my hands, my heart smiles Clouds sleep early before my eyes The spring breeze cannot blow it down My willow-like waist Bouncing and jumping in this Peach Blossom Land Young man, don't be too eager to return The swallows have also flown in pairs The peach blossoms are in full bloom Greening the banana leaves Who cares if the wind and rain blow and the night is bleak New red flowers will bloom and then wither A young man's heart never grows old Chickens crow and dogs bark With yellow-haired elders and children I want to paddle and sway in the water Willow catkins drift one by one Floating to the edge of the sky Have you seen the hustle and bustle of the mortal world? Come back and chat with the peach blossoms

(Recommend listening to the original version, it sounds better) Half this life has passed, yesterday I leaned on the green mountains Forgetting the dust of this world Like gazing into the abyss, a good person is like scattered petals On Mount Tiantai, watching the spring rain, the pear blossoms are cold Half this life has passed, day and night the cold moon is like a hook I row my boat in the drizzle, seeking romance Who has a love knot that can untie my thousand-year sorrow? The horizon is far, playing the zither, when will it rest? The prosperity has faded into frost, you gaze with all your eyes A life's tribulation is hard to cross, the night is slightly cool, a beautiful person is hard to forget Like you wished, a dream for a moment, hard to forget, each in their own place Alone in the long night, slowly, I have not forgotten