Qu Jin Chen Qing - Xiao Zhan

The Past is Gone - Xiao Zhan

The wind gently blows through the night
The face stays in the river for a week
The evening comes, the stars return to their homes
The leaves fall, blowing on the edge of the sky

The light of dawn opens
Only to return to the hand, just within reach
The river lanterns sway in the distance
Looking like a piece of floating world

The high platform overlooks the front line
The north gate is full of blooming flowers
The dance of the martial arts in the sky
Once called the snow wash

The chicken coop has seen the heart of the new year
The brave and the lonely talk
The sea of fire still breaks the heart
The wind blows the lotus

Once laughed and talked for a long time
Seeing the ancient trees and the flowing river
Regardless of life or death, it's all old
Just sitting by the Jianghu, losing people

Outside the window, the rain shadow stretches
Life is a dream or reality
Different seasons come and go
Because the street was once heard

The deep clouds cover the sky
The youth dances in the clouds
Endless changes in the world
The dream is remembered in a moment

The number of fallen shadows is scattered
This moment is a dream or reality
The clouds travel behind the scenes
The Jianghu is a turning point

Worries and words in the mouth
The horizon blows down the stars
Make me have a deep thought
Not as bright as a cup of wine

Once embraced in the arms
Made me think of a spring
Regardless of life or death, far and near
Just sitting by the Jianghu, losing people

Outside the door, the shadow stretches
The fragrance is a dream or reality
Different seasons come and go
Because the past will eventually become dust