Lyrics of Qu Quancheng's "lotus in spring"(qu quan cheng quan shui he hua ge ci )

A woman of eighteen

Like a roll of Chinese ink painting

The rice paper is full of holy lotus

The gold thread framed her

The hollowed out corner is hung on the wall

I don't know where the first buyer is

The more appreciated, the more unable to extricate themselves

The nobility of this life is covered with the mud of previous lives

Piano is like a Pipa drinking ink

Crack the scar of mud in memory

I want to use spring water to make you clean

Can we really exchange happiness with our body

The big desire has sprouted

I don't know to whom the spring breeze will blow them

I want to use spring water to make you clean

Are you going to torture yourself like this

Forget it. Forget it

Women's short flowering

We should cherish ourselves better

I'll take them as you like

A woman of eighteen

Like a roll of Chinese ink painting

The rice paper is full of holy lotus

The gold thread framed her

The hollowed out corner is hung on the wall

I don't know where the first buyer is

The more appreciated, the more unable to extricate themselves

The nobility of this life is covered with the mud of previous lives

Piano is like a Pipa drinking ink

Crack the scar of mud in memory

I want to use spring water to make you clean

Can we really exchange happiness with our body

The big desire has sprouted

I don't know to whom the spring breeze will blow them

I want to use spring water to make you clean

Are you going to torture yourself like this

Forget it. Forget it

Women's short flowering

We should cherish ourselves better

How can you and I take them off at will

Chinese PinYin : Qu Quan Cheng Quan Shui He Hua Ge Ci