Have nothing to do, listen to songs and old songs. < < Scarborough Fair > > is an old song that I like very much. Because it is not so American, because it sings in a low voice of bitterness. I always feel that it has a subtle fit with the Book of Songs, even though one is before A.D. and the other is after the immortal. Its melody, as if a breeze, mixed with the bitter cold and light fragrance of weeds and wild flowers, slowly passed over the earth; And I saw a man in white shaking Mu Duo, calling for the sky while walking, collecting dreams between the endless earth and the village. It's really hard to forget this inexplicable association. I really like being in a foreign civilization, and I can still find the charm of ancient China that breaks my heart. I tried to turn it over in the format of the book of songs and fill it in the original song, but I could sing it.

AreyougoingtoScarboroughFair

Parselysagerosemaryandthyme

Remembermetoonewholivesthere

Sheoncewasatrueloveofmine

Ask what you are doing, is it appropriate?

Cymbidium coriander

The other lady, send a message by you.

Yiren was there and knew me well.

Tellhertomakemeacambricshirt

Parselysagerosemaryandthyme

Withoutnoseamsnorneedlework

Thenshewillbeatrueloveofmine

Tell the other beauties to prepare my clothes.

Cymbidium coriander

Do not use the needle anvil, there is no gap or defect.

Where is the Iraqi, comforting my lovesickness?

Backman:

Onthesideofhillinthedeepforestgreen

Tracingofsparrowonsnowcrestedbrown

Blanketsandbedclothersthechildofmaintain

Sleepsunawafeoftheclarioncall

The shade of the other mountain, deep forest wasteland.

Looking for carpets in winter, old birds and swallows

Snow covers the fields and the mountains are sluggish.

Sleep without feeling it, cold and hissing.

Tellhertofindmeanacreofland

Parselysagerosemaryandthyme

Betweenthesaltwaterandtheseastrand

Thenshewillbeatrueloveofmine

Tell him to be beautiful and run my family.

Cymbidium coriander

Built by fertile land, the land of the sea

Iraqis should be there, let me look at each other.

Backman:

Onthesideofhillasprinklingofleaves

Washesthegravewithsliverytears

Asoldiercleansandpolishesagun

Sleepsunawareoftheclarioncall

The shade of the other mountain makes the leaves sparse and moss eroded.

Wash my lonely grave, beads and tears gradually stain

Yesterday, my sword brushed away day by day.

Silent and unaware, cold and long hiss.

Tellhertoreapitwithasickleofleather

Parselysagerosemaryandthyme

Andgatheritallinabunchofheather

Thenshewillbeatureloveofmine

Tell that beautiful woman to accept my autumn harvest.

Cymbidium coriander

Don't abandon or lose what you have gathered.

The Iraqis are still there, only I swear.

Backman:

Warbellowsblazinginscarletbattalions

Generalsordertheirsoldierstokillandto

fightforacause

Theyhavelongagoforgoten

Sleepsunawareoftheclarioncall

A bonfire makes a noise, and a teacher who bathes in blood

Generals have orders, and they are diligent about the king.

Why fight, forget its purpose for a long time.

Insensitive, cold and sad.

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