The lyrics of Hong Yue(hong chen feng yue you qing ge ci )

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Waiting for the West Wing of the moon, the windward door is half open.

Brush the wall, Flower Shadow move, suspect is the jade.

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The tender feeling is like water

It's never too late

Send a message to read the poem

Beisi is thinking of him

Look at the luxuriant grass branches connected

Think about it again

Spring breeze blowing again

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Butterflies fly in front of flowers

To be envied

When you are drunk, green clothes are your face

Words in the play

Only then can we know that acacia is cut continuously

The reason is still disorderly and the heart is tied

Go far as a song

A kind of

No jade face

The clouds move and make people think and complain

Writing new poems by column

Leisure but sorrow

A kind of

Air to silent curtain rain

Little by little

Love is as good as knowing each other

Always in love

A kind of

Butterflies fly in front of flowers

To be envied

When you are drunk, green clothes are your face

Words in the play

Only then can we know that acacia is cut continuously

The reason is still disorderly and the heart is tied

Go far as a song

A kind of

No jade face

The clouds move and make people think and complain

Writing new poems by column

Leisure but sorrow

A kind of

Air to silent curtain rain

Little by little

Love is as good as knowing each other

Always in love

A kind of

No jade face

The clouds move and make people think and complain

Writing new poems by column

Leisure but sorrow

A kind of

Air to silent curtain rain

Little by little

Love is as good as knowing each other

Always in love

A kind of

Love is as good as knowing each other

Always in love

A kind of

Chinese PinYin : Hong Chen Feng Yue You Qing Ge Ci