Lyrics of Cao Ying's brothel(cao ying qing lou ge ci )

whorehouse

Yaya finishing

There is an old courtyard wall with luxuriant grass in Chang'an city

A kind old lady. I called her Niang when I was young

She taught me music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, dancing and singing

She taught me a lot of charm and a little thought

I've seen a young man in white spit out a lotus flower

I've seen Rangers in black look around with swords

I've seen my sons and grandsons spend money like dirt, wear clothes like horses

I've seen a lonely emperor with a feather fan and a silk scarf

One evening I stood in front of the window and looked out of the Castle Peak

A scholar passed through the crowd in silence, dressed in blue

When he saw me, he stopped and stood in the middle of the street

At this time, a meteor fell and two lines of geese flew

Since then, every night outside the corridor there is a jade Xiao blowing

In front of the door, on the piano floor, there is a poem about warm spring and cool autumn

Mother said don't fall in love, children, the world is heartless Lang

Let it be a thousand measures, in the end is the rain hit mandarin duck

At that time, I was as young as the golden sun in spring morning

My chest can warm the coldest frost in winter

My mother taught me poems, songs and dances to make my love crazy

In the morning of autumn, I rush to the blue fire like a moth

Ten years later, I returned to the old courtyard wall in the setting sun

In front of the door, there was only one old woman whose eyes were dim

That's what my mother is saying to everyone passing by

Here used to be flowers in full bloom, vans and BMWs in the evening

I have been lonely like a deep harbor submerged by the sea

My mother is still talking about how to have a good son in the world

I stood there looking at the transparent cobweb on the door

In the setting sun, it's like the face of youth crossed by years

A thousand years later, it became a clothing market

Infatuated men and women holding hands roam in the spring wind

On both sides of the shallow Road, the wandering people are blooming and growing freely

The love of previous life blooms under the asphalt road

Chinese PinYin : Cao Ying Qing Lou Ge Ci