"A Glance Back with a Smile" (Lyrics by Hongchen Inn)
The bonds of flowing water are fallen flowers,\The deep love of swans is called the ends of the earth.\With a light laugh and raised eyebrows, I regard the world's winds and sands, drinking clear tea,\Silks, brocades, light gauze.\At the Wangchuan under the Naih Bridge collapsing,\It buries the graceful figure, gazing and bestowing elegance.\You leave a strand of gray hair entwined with my lifelong longing,\I await you among the withered trees and dark crows.\The wind rustles, the rain sways, who grows old?\You eroded my soul, I aged in appearance.\Glancing back with a smile in your eyes,\Willow catkins fly, mandarin ducks circle.\The cicadas cry mournfully at the late pavilion, the moon like a hook, a solitary shadow shines alone,\Dimmed is the flute, cold is the embrace.\I search everywhere in vain,\Swallowing tears in wine, memories gradually fade away.\The sunset enters the lake, startling the croaking frogs,\You say the world has too much falsehood.\I pour out the wine, wetting the hoarse farewell,\Ink flowers spread on the paper.\The orchid boat sails on the water near gulls and ducks,\Suddenly turning back, the graceful figure turns into distant sand.\A hundred knots of the sorrowful heart twist, breaking countless attachments and love words,\Ink splashes like blood, dying her red.\The wind rustles, the rain sways, who grows old?\You eroded my soul, I aged in appearance.\Glancing back with a smile in your eyes,\Willow catkins fly, mandarin ducks circle.\The cicadas cry mournfully at the late pavilion, the moon like a hook, a solitary shadow shines alone,\Dimmed is the flute, cold is the embrace.\I search everywhere in vain,\Swallowing tears in wine, memories gradually fade away.\The cicadas cry mournfully at the late pavilion, the moon like a hook, a solitary shadow shines alone,\Scattering the laughter, tearing the brocade apart.\Time does not cross, the beauty ages,\The wind rustles, the rain sways.
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If Jasmine could rewrite the lyrics of 'Can't Afford to Get Hurt' and make them this poetic, I would worship it...
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