芙蓉 (fu rong)

Like a dream, smoke forgets the spring change
That light and clean is not as good as a farewell
A kind of person sleeps in the moon
Compared to the smoke, love and thoughts change over the years

The fragrance of youth scatters in the wind
In the flower city, you only want to accompany the winter warmth
Flying swallows come with the rain
Turning lingering and the sound of the Xiao into memories

Rongzhao always thinks Ningjie into one word
Seeing how far the charge is
Talking about a farewell, talking about the ending with no solution
Not by Su Ming, why listen to the heavens

The vicissitudes of life
The sun and moon are difficult to change, you have dared to accompany the blooming flowers and bitter farewells
People have endless cold nights, love and hate play out
Do not forget the acquaintance, a smile watching the tearful eyes

Waiting for the rain to return
Raise a cup of wine, willing to look into your eyes
Some year, some day
Waiting forever, waiting for understanding, waiting for goodbye

Waiting for the mountains to fall and the autumn leaves
Picking the stars to exchange for the first snow, the cycle is far away
Watching the green clothes drunk with red makeup
Helpless that the flowers are endless, people change

The night is sleepless, dreams linger
Kissing the heart to understand the withered flowers and the flowing white that changes
If time is vast, just a glance
What is the point in the dust

Talking about a farewell, talking about the ending with no solution
Not by Su Ming, why listen to the heavens
The vicissitudes of life
The sun and moon are difficult to change, you have dared to accompany the blooming flowers and bitter farewells

People have endless cold nights, love and hate play out
Do not forget the acquaintance, a smile watching the tearful eyes
Waiting for the rain to return, raise a cup of wine, willing to look into your eyes
If you want to remove the shoes and let the falling flowers connect

With one hand, write calmly with the moon
Love is not seen, difficult to avoid for a thousand years
And I am willing to give you my face
Looking at you at a glance, dreaming of you by my side

Recalling again, gathering a lifetime of sorrows
Waiting for the rain to return, consciously thick with red dust
Igniting lovesickness, hibiscus blooms beautifully