The world says that Jiang Nanyu is the only country in the world.

How do you know that tears are shed on the sad place in Jiangnan?

When I was a child, I didn't know that the tree was dead, and the well was easy to die.

When I grow up, I live alone and no one comes back.

The world says there is fog in Jiang Nanyu.

How do you know that the years are no longer sad?

When I was a child, I said you sang and danced.

Only to see that there is no corner of Shili red makeup.

The world is, and the world is Sue.

How do you know that heaven and earth are surging

Childhood determination is not as good as career.

Nowadays, drinking and having fun are all secular.

The whole world says that Jiang Nanyu cried all over the world.

How do you know the difficulty of sinister feelings in the world of mortals?

When I was a child, I blew Ye Yanji to protect me.

Who was outside when you were holding a knife in front of you?

The world says the world is dry in Jiang Nanyu.

How do you know that Huang Quan Road is full of flowers?

When I was a child, I studied under a tree and read poems.

But now I sneer at the ghost road flyover.

The world says that Jiang Nanyu is lonely in the world.

How do you know that smoke and rain are blocking the road?

When I was a child, the wind blew off a few flowers.

Nowadays, flowers are disappearing like a dead end.

The whole world knows that it is dusk in Jiang Nanyu.

How do you know that the night has passed, the night has come and her beauty has disappeared?

When I was a child, I was afraid I couldn't help you in my life.

Now I'd rather die than have you spend it like this.

It is said that Jiang Nanyu does not belong to this world.

How do you know that I really pay for you?

Falling flowers and falling branches dance

All the way is Jiangnan infatuation Jiangnan wood.

Sparkling sings with poetry.

Jiang Nanyu

A little rain can't stop my sadness.

Your smile is a lingering thought.

Farewell to flowers, sigh autumn dew.

I want to hold your hand.

Want to come to an end together

Oil-paper umbrella walks alone with memories

Your eyes stay on the west wind of the ancient road

Play a tune with the tune in your head.

I want to hold your hand.

Want to come to an end together

Jiang Nanyu's pulse is blurred.

How many dreams are drunk in rainy night lane?

Your tears are cherished in my heart.

Secretly build a flower grave.

Jiang Nanyu didn't say anything.

Your tears turn into acacia all over the sky

It is always quiet and lonely in the dead of night.

It turns out that love is not worrying.

Oil-paper umbrella walks alone with memories

Your eyes stay on the west wind of the ancient road

Play a tune with the tune in your head.

I want to hold your hand.

Want to come to an end together

Jiang Nanyu's pulse is blurred.

How many dreams are drunk in rainy night lane?

Your tears are cherished in my heart.

Secretly build a flower grave.

Jiang Nanyu didn't say anything.

Your tears turn into acacia all over the sky

It is always quiet and lonely in the dead of night.

It turns out that love is not worrying.

The works of independent musician Wu Ge

This is the fifth day of May in the ancient calendar. There was once a great poet in China.

I have been away from this world for more than two thousand years.

Now I'm wandering in front of the Miluo River, just looking for the remaining Yu Nian.

But my heart flies with the rain of missing, and I can't help thinking of you I love deeply.

Rain and sadness in the south of the Yangtze River, only a few lines can't see you clearly.

Too much damage, you can only hide, why do you want to go far away?

The rain in Jiangnan is very confused. The longer it rains, the more my heart hurts.

No one can understand my injury and leave me alone in the world!

Sad rain beats people's hearts,

No one listened to me about the hurt in my heart.