Lyrics of a song handed down from generation to generation by Joey Yung(rong zu er yi shou chuan shi zhi ge ge ci )

Fifty-one

There is no smoke in the battlefield

And you fell

Your life experience is a song

A desolate but solemn song

A melody that can be handed down from generation to generation

But we can't hum it easily

Because we have to stop choking

Your body has become Lu Xun's writing in the weeds

A butterfly loses its ability to fall

And the soul is far away

We can't wait and see that beauty

Only understand, only appreciate and remember

You fall on the battlefield without smoke elimination

Your life

A desolate but solemn song

A melody that can be handed down from generation to generation

But we can't hum it easily

Because we have to stop choking

Your body has become Lu Xun's writing in the weeds

A falling butterfly loses its ability to fly

And the soul is far away

We can't wait and see that beauty

Only understand, only appreciate and remember

At that time, it must be a kind of melody that can be handed down from generation to generation

Chinese PinYin : Rong Zu Er Yi Shou Chuan Shi Zhi Ge Ge Ci