Time Words
yīchǎng xuě yā wānle chuāngwài bājiāo de zhīyá
yīzhènfēng níngjiéle tòumíng bōlí shàng de huā
nǐ zài shí lǐ wài fánhuá wàng xiàng yuǎnfāng gū dēngtǎ
fēng zhé yīshù líhuā luò mǎn qīng wǎ
zhú huǒ rán xiǎo xuān chuāng gélóu shuí dúzì shūzhuāng
yī zhū chuāng bìn rú shuāng wèi wén shíguāng céng róng ràng
qíngshī lǐ bǎi zhuǎn huícháng zhēnzhuó zìjù yóu nánwàng
dù wǒ bùjīn tānlán fēngyuè jiāng wǎn
suìyuè màn rú téngwàn
nǐ rú mò huànxīshā
yūn kāi nà nián de shèngxià
nǐ wǒ zhúténg ruǎnqínqí shūhuà
wǒ kànjiàn shíguāng zhéshè chū de huà
yī zhuàn shēn nǐ hái zàiyuán dì děng a
qiāoqiāo duìxiàn nà nián xǔ xià tóng yán wú jì de shénhuà
shì nǐ ràng shānchuān bīngxuě dōu rónghuà
wèi wǒ yīlù zhǒng mǎnle jiānjiā
ràng wǒ huí dào zuìchū mèng lǐ de tiānzhēn wú xié
jiǎn yī bǎ jiù jítā huàguò suìyuè de liúshā
hái néng fǒu zài yǔ nǐ dāngnián bǎjiǔ huà sāng má
ruò bù wéi fēngyǎ rèn shíguāng dī chéngle hóng là
huà yīlǚ qīng yān rù shuí jiā
zhú huǒ rán xiǎo xuān chuāng gélóu shuí dúzì shūzhuāng
yī zhū chuāng bìn rú shuāng wèi wén shíguāng céng róng ràng
qíngshī lǐ bǎi zhuǎn huícháng zhēnzhuó zìjù yóu nánwàng
dù wǒ bùjīn tānlán fēngyuè jiāng wǎn
suìyuè màn rú téngwàn
nǐ rú mò huànxīshā
yūn kāi nà nián de shèngxià
nǐ wǒ zhúténg ruǎnqínqí shūhuà
wǒ kànjiàn shíguāng zhéshè chū de huà
yī zhuàn shēn nǐ hái zàiyuán dì děng a
qiāoqiāo duìxiàn nà nián xǔ xià tóng yán wú jì de shénhuà
shì nǐ ràng shānchuān bīngxuě dōu rónghuà
wèi wǒ yīlù zhǒng mǎnle jiānjiā
ràng wǒ huí dào zuìchū mèng lǐ de tiānzhēn wú xié
wǒ tīngguò shíguāng dù rén de xuānhuá
shì nǐ wèi wǒ pī shàng qiūdōng chūn xià
nàgè shàonián dānqiāngpǐmǎ
péi wǒ làngjì zǒu tiānyá
yuàn shíguāng dī chéng hǔpò de wúxiá
bàn mǔ huātián yǔ nǐ zhǔ qīngchá
qīngfēng fúxiù míng yuèguāng sǎ kàn chuīyān nánxià
jiǎn yī bǎ jiù jítā huàguò suìyuè de liúshā
hái néng fǒu zài yǔ nǐ dāngnián bǎjiǔ huà sāng má
ruò bù wéi fēngyǎ rèn shíguāng dī chéngle hóng là
bù fù niánhuá de nǐ wǒ yīrán wú chà
Time Words
A snowstorm outside the window, banana leaves
A sudden wind freezes the flowers on the glass
You're outside of time, looking towards the distant lonely tower
The wind is an art, the fallen flowers cover the ground
Bamboo fire flickers, dark curtains, who reads alone
A pigsty window, like a pair of tailoring scissors, once accommodated time
In the sentiment, a hundred turns back, truly self-indulgent and difficult to forget
Reading the endless melancholy wind and moon late at night
The lunar month is slow like a vine
You are silent like a curse
The clouds open up the last summer
You and I, intertwined, soft and delicate
I see the words that come out of the time
A turn, you are still waiting far away
Quietly facing the line, that year, the same words, unforgettable legend
It's you who melts the mountain boats and snow
For me, a road full of twists and turns
Let me return to the original pure dream without regrets
Cut a piece of the past, just talk about the flowing sand of the lunar month
Can you still drink and talk about the past with you
If not for the wind and rain, time has turned red and hot
Paint a green face, eyes like water
A snowstorm outside the window, banana leaves
A pigsty window, like a pair of tailoring scissors, once accommodated time
In the sentiment, a hundred turns back, truly self-indulgent and difficult to forget
Reading the endless melancholy wind and moon late at night
The lunar month is slow like a vine
You are silent like a curse
The clouds open up the last summer
You and I, intertwined, soft and delicate
I see the words that come out of the time
A turn, you are still waiting far away
Quietly facing the line, that year, the same words, unforgettable legend
It's you who melts the mountain boats and snow
For me, a road full of twists and turns
Let me return to the original pure dream without regrets
I hear the dazzling of people in the time
It's you who painted autumn winter spring summer on me
That young man, single-minded and reckless
Accompany me to roam the sky
May time become a broken and unbreakable myth
Half wood, half field, with you, clear tea
The breeze wraps around the bright moonlight, blowing away the mist in the difficult summer
Cut a piece of the past, just talk about the flowing sand of the lunar month
Can you still drink and talk about the past with you
If not for the wind and rain, time has turned red and hot
I don't blame you for not returning the years, I'm still flawless