Lyrics of Liu Keyi's one sleeve cloud

Whose stove is hot, tea smoke thousands

The fragrance of a hundred herbs is no more than the bamboo dust of collecting herbs

Xiao Weng blows pines, and the steps of Po Mountain move like a shuttle

Water from the temple gate, step on the waves

Well, well

A sleeve of clouds on the top of the mountain

To you on the other side

It's too late for you

Blow away the mountain rain

A sleeve of clouds on the top of the mountain

To myself on the road

Beyond the mountains beyond the clouds

Who's there

Looking forward to a bosom friend

Whose stove is hot, tea smoke thousands

The fragrance of a hundred herbs is no more than the bamboo dust of collecting herbs

The distant mountains are covered with ink, and the shadows of the trees crisscross the sky

The cloud passes by the palm, and who is it going to be with

A sleeve of clouds on the top of the mountain

To you on the other side

It's too late for you

Blow away the mountain rain

A sleeve of clouds on the top of the mountain

To myself on the road

Beyond the mountains beyond the clouds

Who's there

Looking forward to a bosom friend

Well, well