Aka: Hibiscus Brocade

Sung by: Li Yuchun

Produced by: Yan Dandan

Lyrics by: Guo Jingming

Composed by: Liu Jia, Yan Dandan

Produced by: Celestial Entertainment

Hibiscus Brocade Raining in March, Embroidery Needle in April

A Feathered Fan Pointing to the Thousands of Armies, Brocade Cutting

The iron horse stepped on the icy river, the silk thread sewing Shaohua, the red dust, a thousand tent lights

A journey through the landscape, the wind and snow, and then another journey

The red candle pillows, the May flowers and leaves deep, the June apricot blossom village

The red hand, the thousands of threads, the marriage is more than one point

Waiting for the sun to shine on the lone shadow, the peony stained copper bottles, full of the sound of the herdsmen's flute

I'm leaning on the door, looking at the gentleman's return trip

You can see that. You can see that every stitch of embroidery is made for you

You can see that peonies bloom for a lifetime, and someone waits for you

The river flows into the sea, and everything springs for you

The bright moon can't illuminate all the people who have left me

You can see that every stitch of embroidery is made for you and someone hurts for you

You can see that the rain in summer and the wind in autumn, and someone waits for you

Bamboos are weeping with ink marks, and the brocade books can't be drawn

The love stitch can't be finished, nor can the love pillow. I can't finish the love mandarin pillow

In this life, the wind and the moon are as thin as knives, and they make me old

In the next life, I will be with you in the twilight hours and the morning hours

In March, there is a lot of rain in Hibiscus City, and in April, there are embroidery needles

I will point the feather fan to the thousands of armies from a distance, and I will cut the brocade by a few inches

I will see the iron horse stepping on the river of ice, and I will see the silk threads of my life, and a thousand lights on the red earth

I will take a journey to the landscape, and I will go through winds and snows

Red Candle Pillow, May Flowers and Leaves, June Apricot Blossom Village

Thousands of threads in the red hand, one more point in marriage

Waiting for the sun to shine on the lone shadow, peonies dyeing the copper bottle, and the sound of the city's shepherd's flute

I'm leaning on the door, looking at the king's return

You can see that every stitch of the embroidery, someone is in love with you

You can see that peonies bloom for the rest of their lives, someone waits for you

The river flows into the sea, and all the creatures are there for you

The moon is in the moonlight, the moonlight is in the moonlight.

The moon never shines on the departed people

You can see that every stitch of embroidery has been loved by someone

You can see that the summer rain and the autumn wind have been loved by someone who has waited for you

Bamboo weeps in ink, and the brocade book is not painted

The love stitches and threads never end, lovebirds can never be embroidered, and lovebirds can never be loved

The softness of the fingers breaks through the brocade and thousands of needles are made by the cuckoo crying in blood

Hibiscus blossoms are all colorful in the country of Shu, and they turn dust into dust in the twinkling of an eye

The war song sends us away from home.

The war song sends off the departing people, and the pedestrians want to break their souls

Do you see that every stitch in the embroidery, there is someone who loves you

Do you see that the peony blooms for a lifetime, and there is someone who waits for you

The river flows into the sea, and all the creatures spring up

The bright moon can't shine on the people who leave me

Do you see that the embroidery is embroidered again and again, and there is someone who hurts you

Do you see that summer rains and autumn winds, and the rain, and the wind, and the wind, and the rain, and the rain, and the wind and the wind, and the rain, and the wind and the wind. You can see the summer rain and the autumn wind, someone is waiting for you

The bamboo weeps and the book cannot be painted

Lovebirds and lovebirds can never be embroidered

The bamboo weeps and the book cannot be painted

Lovebirds and lovebirds can never be embroidered