Time Words

A snowstorm outside the window, banana leaves
A sudden wind freezes the flowers on the glass
You're outside of time, looking towards the distant lonely tower
The wind is an art, the fallen flowers cover the ground
Bamboo fire flickers, dark curtains, who reads alone
A pigsty window, like a pair of tailoring scissors, once accommodated time
In the sentiment, a hundred turns back, truly self-indulgent and difficult to forget
Reading the endless melancholy wind and moon late at night

The lunar month is slow like a vine
You are silent like a curse
The clouds open up the last summer
You and I, intertwined, soft and delicate

I see the words that come out of the time
A turn, you are still waiting far away
Quietly facing the line, that year, the same words, unforgettable legend
It's you who melts the mountain boats and snow
For me, a road full of twists and turns
Let me return to the original pure dream without regrets

Cut a piece of the past, just talk about the flowing sand of the lunar month
Can you still drink and talk about the past with you
If not for the wind and rain, time has turned red and hot
Paint a green face, eyes like water

A snowstorm outside the window, banana leaves
A pigsty window, like a pair of tailoring scissors, once accommodated time
In the sentiment, a hundred turns back, truly self-indulgent and difficult to forget
Reading the endless melancholy wind and moon late at night

The lunar month is slow like a vine
You are silent like a curse
The clouds open up the last summer
You and I, intertwined, soft and delicate

I see the words that come out of the time
A turn, you are still waiting far away
Quietly facing the line, that year, the same words, unforgettable legend
It's you who melts the mountain boats and snow
For me, a road full of twists and turns
Let me return to the original pure dream without regrets

I hear the dazzling of people in the time
It's you who painted autumn winter spring summer on me
That young man, single-minded and reckless
Accompany me to roam the sky
May time become a broken and unbreakable myth
Half wood, half field, with you, clear tea
The breeze wraps around the bright moonlight, blowing away the mist in the difficult summer

Cut a piece of the past, just talk about the flowing sand of the lunar month
Can you still drink and talk about the past with you
If not for the wind and rain, time has turned red and hot
I don't blame you for not returning the years, I'm still flawless