曲尽陈情 Qu Jin Chen Qing (Song Ends with Chen Qing) (The Untamed OST)
Xiao Zhan
Song Ends with Chen Qing (The Untamed OST)
The wind gently blows through the night
The face is in the moonlight
At night, the stars are bright and the ghost is pale
The leaves rustle in the wind
Opening the fan of yellow silk
Just want to return to the hands of the person
The lantern sways far away
Looking at the world as if it were a piece of floating dust
The high platform overlooks the front
The north gate is full of flowers and the long street
The mysterious dance moves the sky
Also once called the snow to wash the sword
The season has passed and the heart is new
Forever and ever, the person's eyes
Into the sea of fire, still embrace the broken lotus
Also once laughed and talked for a long time
Seeing the dance of ancient times and the spring in the history
Regardless of life and death, it is old
Just sit by the Jianghu and lose people
Outside the window, the rain shadow is shallow
Life is a dream or reality
The song is spring, autumn, winter, and summer
Because the street is once heard
The body is not night, who is it
The heart is less without need to speak
For a promise, also once learned to be humble
The tears are still in front of the heart
Warm and cold, coming and going
Thousands of people, thousands of words, thousands of faces
Also once passed through the red eyes
Seeing the youth dancing in the clouds
Endless sound, deep and distant
In the dream, remember that moment
Countless falling cherry blossoms
This moment is a dream or reality
The clouds are leisurely and the back is outside
The Jianghu is a story of turning
Worried and need to speak in the mouth
The horizontal flute blows down the stars
Make me have a deep thought
Not as good as a cup of wine
Also once embraced by the person
Let me think of a spring
Regardless of life and death, it is far and near
Just sit by the Jianghu and lose people
Outside the door, the shadow is shallow
The fragrance is a dream or reality
The song is spring, autumn, winter, and summer
Because the street will eventually become dust