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It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying
If I ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village
The annual Qingming Festival is here again, I wish you all the best. . . . . Something else
On the Qingming Rain
Lyricist: Xu Song, An Qi Composer: Xu Song
Singer: Xu Song
The first dawn shines through the window The sun shines on the West Bridge The clouds sway
I miss the corner of your clothes that swayed slightly in the wind
The wood carvings flowed gold The ripples of time Closure seven years ago
Because I spend my life just for you
The rain wets my eyes I lean on the well and look forward to returning to the hall every year
I am most afraid that I have shed two lines of tears
I am wandering in the world and cannot find your paradise
I put the east bottle in the west mirror and wish I could not forget it
It's the Qingming rain again, and the folded chrysanthemums are sent to you
Sing your favorite song softly
There is a piano in the distance, stunned and ethereal, the sound urges the rain
Tell yourself what's on your mind
The shadow of the moon, the number of fireworks, the red of candles
The old dreams of the world of mortals, all dreams become empty
The rain wets my eyes, I lean on the well every year and look forward to returning home
I am most afraid that I will not realize that the tears have already split two lines
I am wandering in the world and cannot find your paradise
Put the bottle in the east and the mirror in the west, I wish I could not forget
It's the Qingming rain again, the folded chrysanthemums are sent to your side
Sing your favorite song softly
I am wandering in the world, unable to find your paradise
Put the bottle in the east and west in the mirror, wishing I could not forget it
On the Qingming rain again, the folded chrysanthemums are sent to you
Sing your favorite song softly
