Lyrics of "to Anna"(hou xian gei an na ge ci )

The bright moon in front of the bed

Anna is singing softly

Night outside Moscow

Norther of the North

Black soil by the lake

Cultivated Anna's goodness

The paper and ink are not dry

Floating in the cold wind

Scattered by the lake

We are far apart

Only one piece of rice paper apart

Who is Plato?

Patchwork mailbox

Keep the time of Eden

Three hundred Tang poems written to Anna till dawn

West wind, looking back,

See, ancient road thin horse is hesitating

Crying, organ in company

The other half of Moscow is still melancholy

Splash ink to build a fast horse

Back to the girl ten years ago

Organ, if it has power

Give me a hand, don't let the heart empty melancholy

The old locust in the east of the city often hears desolation

Chinese PinYin : Hou Xian Gei An Na Ge Ci