(1) The title of the song is "The Curved Moon". The tune is the same, but the lyrics are different. Lu Fang sang it in Cantonese.
The Curved Moon - Liu Huan
Words: Li Haiying
Music: Li Haiying
Distant Night Sky
There is a crescent moon
Underneath the crescent moon
Is the crooked bridge
Next to the bridge
There is a curved boat
The curved boat is leisurely
It is Gillian from childhood
Gillian is rocking the boat
Singing that ancient ballad
The song floated in the wind
Floated to my face
Tears were streaming down my face
Like that crooked river
The crooked river flows
flowing into my heart
My heart is full of melancholy
p>Not for the crooked moon
Only for the village today
Still singing the songs of the past
Ah, the moon of my hometown< /p>
Your curved sadness
Penetrated through my chest
The distant night sky
There is a curved moon
p>
Under the curved moon
Is the curved small bridge
Beside the small bridge
There is a curved boat
p>The curving boat is leisurely
It is the Gillian of childhood
The curving moon (Cantonese) - Lu Fang (David Lui)
Words: Pan Weiyuan
Music: Li Haiying
Soft as snow and frost
From the Milky Way through the screen window
Lightly seeping through the vast breeze< /p>
It’s the clear fragrance of osmanthus
Thinking about it in the distance
It’s like drifting to hometown in a daze
Long silken memories< /p>
The years have passed in a hurry
Oh oh oh
As deep as a drunken hometown
The window of my heart opened in a daze
< p>In the gentle breezeIt is the scenery of my hometown
In the midst of melancholy
I once looked at the other side with hesitation
Who has ever told me deeply? I
Don’t blame the sky and the long road
I hope my hometown will still be warm
There is no autumn and winter and cool nights
I hope my hometown will still be warm Unchanged
Let the person in the dream look back and stare
Oh, I look forward to the long night in my dream
Hope that my hometown will still be lovely
No sadness at all And melancholy
Oh oh
As soft as snow and frost
From the Milky Way through the screen window
Lightly seeping in the vast breeze< /p>
It’s the clear fragrance of osmanthus
Thinking about it in the distance
It’s like drifting to hometown in a daze
Long silken memories< /p>
Swinging through the fleeting years