1, the years are cool, a diffuse smoke and rain, drenched in whose memories, that Di color frost green Jiangnan, leaving behind whose gentle lingering dream.

2, I am the old days, I am stalking patients, I am an addict, I am the old man, I am flying snow full of days on the cliffs fishing, I am the moonlight on the high building salary full of arms, I am waiting for you, you have not returned for three years.

3, the middle of the night, sleepless, push the door to the courtyard, the courtyard of the lotus tree is ripe, there is a red fruit quietly fell, I cut a section of moonlight wrapped in heartbreak.

4, I open my eyes, the wind and the moon are you, flowers and trees are you, the sea and mountains are you. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.

5, step on the snow in search of plums, lightly flick time, half melancholy, half happy. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. The wind and snow night returnees, and the beauty, but also a cup of wine distance.

6, may mountains and fields have fog lights, you hold a torch across the shore to light up my lonely youth, after the night train no longer sailing to the lonely station, wind and rain drift can return to the boat. I spread out the heart of worry, you only see the fall in front of you.