Lyrics of Shen Qing's "years now"(shen qing sui yue ru jin ge ci )

Blue sky, white clouds still

The spring breeze is immortal in the four seasons

Waving goodbye to the sleeves when the flowers bloom

All my dreams are sealed

Long street, short love still

Youth is immortal in samsara

I wake up with a hoarse voice

Yelling in the middle of the night

If you go, you can go

Burning love, it's gone far

It doesn't come back

I don't wait any more

You can burn the years

Burning pain in front of the prosperous

It's hard to tell true from false

I don't know the truth

Who once said who will always be around now

Who really drifts to the horizon? Who is always in front of the door

Who turned the development of yellow in the past, who sighed deep love shallow edge

Who is the ups and downs of the vast world, who is smiling at the green silk into frost into snow

Long street, short love still

Youth is immortal in samsara

I wake up with a hoarse voice

Yelling in the middle of the night

If you go, you can go

Burning love, it's gone far

It doesn't come back

I don't wait any more

You can burn the years

Burning pain in front of the prosperous

It's hard to tell true from false

I don't know the truth

Who once said who will always be around now

Who really drifts to the horizon? Who is always in front of the door

Who turned the development of yellow in the past, who sighed deep love shallow edge

Who is the ups and downs of the vast world, who is smiling at the green silk into frost into snow

Now who is always with you

Who really drifts to the horizon? Who is always in front of the door

Who turned the development of yellow in the past, who sighed deep love shallow edge

Who is the ups and downs of the vast world, who is smiling at the green silk into frost into snow

First we met, then we separated, and the sky was just as beautiful

That many simple plots, that many complex expressions gradually become memories

Open the old letters and sing the old songs again, every word is still familiar

It will be a thing of the past if it stays in our hearts and spreads in our dreams

Chinese PinYin : Shen Qing Sui Yue Ru Jin Ge Ci