"Promise Distorted" (Lyrics by Yan Hua Yi Leng)
The red spider lily falls, flourishing, three lifetimes drifting away from the mundane world,\In the circles of fame and fortune, calculations are too harsh and complicated for simplicity.\It ages old friends, past events leave regrets,\Regrets fill one empty grave after another.\Wild geese fly north in pursuit of spring, the road is long and unwarm against the cold wind,\The signature ends the ink traces of unresolved emotions.\Poplar catkins scatter, those apart lose their souls,\Souls break on red lips, silently shedding tears of separation.\Passing the vermilion gates, autumn wind chills the lonely body,\Affairs of people separate, tears wet the lips.\Flowing water embraces the lonely village, leaves gradually fade away,\A pair of wine cups is filled with sorrow.\Passing the vermilion gates, autumn wind chills the lonely body,\Affairs of people separate, youthful promises turn false.\Falsehood masquerades as sincerity, fooling many infatuated hearts?\Turning around and looking back, the past proves all inaccurate.\Sighing at the deceit and tricks of the world that disrupt what is real,\While devoted affection retreats, unwilling to hurt, the scars are always too deep.\Time is merciless, ten years feel like a moment,\Regret buries its roots deep in loneliness.\In the bronze mirror, the beauty's wrinkles resent the disputes,\Recalling youthful plain-faced purity, laughter and words come frequently.\Struggling with remnants, old matters are hard to ask,\Remnants of past people plead with obsessive tones.\Passing the vermilion gates, autumn wind chills the lonely body,\Affairs of people separate, tears wet the lips.\Flowing water embraces the lonely village, leaves gradually fade away,\A pair of wine cups is filled with sorrow.\Passing the vermilion gates, autumn wind chills the lonely body,\Affairs of people separate, youthful promises turn false.\Falsehood masquerades as sincerity, fooling many infatuated hearts?\Turning around and looking back, the past proves all inaccurate.\Turning around and looking back, the past proves all inaccurate.\Wishing to share life and love together in the next life…
