Promise Me a Dream of Red Mansions Composer: Peng Haitong Lyricist: Cui Shu Arranger: Kong Dexin Producer: Peng Haitong You are the fairy grass that strayed into the mortal world. I am the passionate stone in the world. We met this prosperous dream in the world many years later. We traveled hand in hand with the mandarin duck lock.

The rouge button can't lock the romantic wound, blooming in my heart. Worry lingers on the stars and the moon. The illusory world is annihilated. The red building falls from the sky. Sister Lin is like a light cloud that has just emerged. Since ancient times, the love has attracted people. How many old people have wrapped around their fingers and turned into stones. They have fallen from the sky.

The next sister Lin is like a breeze blowing the weak willows. Since ancient times, beauty has been so miserable that time cannot take away the immortal tenderness. The music, chess, calligraphy and painting are hard to resolve. The wine is windy, the snowy moon is causing trouble in the mirror. The green plums and red beans are transformed into stars. Anger and obsession. New and old. Why pursue the mandarin duck lock and rouge?

Unlockable, the romantic wound blooms in my heart. Worry lingers on the stars and the moon. The illusory world is annihilated. The red building falls from the sky. Sister Lin is like a light cloud that has just emerged. Since ancient times, the love has attracted people. How many fingers have been wrapped around the soft bones have turned into stones and fallen from the sky.

This sister Lin is like a breeze blowing the weak willows. Since ancient times, the beauty has been so miserable that time cannot take away the immortal tenderness. Falling from the sky. This sister Lin is like a light cloud that has just emerged. Since ancient times, she has been affectionate and urging people to grow old. So many fingers wrapped around her tenderness have turned into stones and fallen from the sky.

Sister Lin is like a breeze blowing through the weak willow trees. Since ancient times, beauty has been so miserable that time cannot take away the immortal tenderness.