Original song: Cheng Xiang?

Lyrics:

A man later passed the misty rain lock in the south of the Yangtze River.

I don't know what I'm thinking when I hear Wu Peng paddling gently.

Rowing a boat and singing a few songs are heartbreaking.

Whose wall smells of plums?

Fireworks on earth. Have you ever bloomed?

Carve a few people in your heart and live alone from now on.

The flowers in Jiangnan have withered. How should we reconsider?

There are not many poor times, but it seems that no one has said that.

You are holding a paper umbrella and looking back at the Millennium Wuyi Lane.

Ask your hair how many feet it can measure.

Who said that a glass of drunk can forget the world of mortals?

Leaning against the railing, I shed two lines of tears.

Fireworks on earth. Have you ever bloomed?

Carve a few people in your heart and live alone from now on.

The flowers in Jiangnan have withered. How should we reconsider?

There are not many poor times, but it seems that no one has said that.

Fireworks on earth. Have you ever bloomed?

Carve a few people in your heart and live alone from now on.

The flowers in Jiangnan have withered. How should we reconsider?

There are not many poor times, but it seems that no one has said that.

There are not many poor times, but it seems that no one has said that.

It's hard to tell people that there are not many poor times.