Lyrics of Xier's old dream in Beijing(xi jing hua jiu meng ge ci )

Old dream of Beijing

A pot of wine into his throat, he is two sleeves

Empty candle in the Inn

Ink dipping scroll

The words are not all hazy

Across the ferry

The wind cools the neon

Misty rain hidden in the attic

Boating to the East

You brush the peach blossom with your hands

Who is talking like a dream in the side play

The firefly in the grass moves with the wind

Spring goes, autumn comes, winter comes and so on

Cicada summer warm I bitter sorrow

The seasons change

You are not as good as a frown Pepsi ablation

The clothes are red, the clothes are full of worries

Numerous people in the capital

Listen to the Nightingale

Drunk in the bluestone floor

A pot of wine into his throat, he is two sleeves

Empty candle in the Inn

Ink axis

The words are not all hazy

Across the ferry

The wind cools the neon

Misty rain hidden in the attic

Boating to the East

You brush the peach blossom with your hands

Who is talking like a dream in the side play

The firefly in the grass moves with the wind

Spring goes, autumn comes, winter comes and so on

Cicada summer warm I bitter sorrow

The seasons change

You are not as good as a frown Pepsi ablation

The clothes are red, the clothes are full of worries

Numerous people in the capital

Listen to the Nightingale

Drunk in the bluestone floor

When I passed the inn again

It's the same bridge

Two butterflies are circling on the willow bank

After a stick of incense, you will be lazy

Frequent encounters

Who knows it's no accident

Or miss the bluestone floor

Drunk as hell

When I think of you, I feel confused

There was only one evening light left in the room

The toss and turn of insomnia

When you dream, your heart is happy

Chinese PinYin : Xi Jing Hua Jiu Meng Ge Ci