The lyrics of "the monologue of spectator s" by Xuanyuan(xuan shang pang guan zhe de du bai ge ci )

On the ancient murals,

Live forever in silence,

Die in silence.

Sleeping on the ancient murals,

It's the dead faith of the times.

He had also longed for the common,

Look at the moonlight in the lover's eyes,

The dove falls in the cradle and stops on her shoulders.

Come to Jingnan tomb in a hurry,

Cold wine is all over the north in the middle of winter.

The Jackdaw tears the immortal and praises it,

Who dares to call a dream a poor man?

She saw a peaceful evening and the spring breeze under the forest,

Like every pure dream of childhood.

People always regret their hasty life when they are old,

And regret.

On the ancient murals,

It's the vicissitudes of time.

Wandering in the forest of tall buildings,

Sigh for the coldness of the world in the small town,

Rags, empty bags,

As tiny as a mole ant, no one shares it.

Drunk and drunk,

All love and honor.

I have seen all kinds of life in the world,

Finally, a handful of loess bones.

People always cherish what they have when they lose,

The dream is nothing.

Finally, I saw a certain dusk and the spring breeze under the forest,

Like a dream in every child's eyes.

And the original intention of those who will never die was firmly held in their hands,

Like the brightest starry sky.

Finally, I dream of the vast sea of clouds and see the peach blossom,

Set off a torrential rain and mountain torrents at the bottom of my heart.

To die in silence or to live forever in silence, at least I had a lonely heart,

Warm embrace with it.

Monologue of bystander s

Chinese PinYin : Xuan Shang Pang Guan Zhe De Du Bai Ge Ci