Xinghuayu Lyricist: Lin Jinsong Composer: Xu Jialiang Producer/Post-production: Dongsheng Music Studio Vocals: Desk Duo & Murong Xiaoxiao Produced by: Taiwan Dongsheng Music Studio Beijing Huashun Yiheng Cultural Media Co., Ltd. Beijing Leisheng International Cultural Media Co., Ltd. Apricot blossoms, rain, twilight, snow on the river, I hug my shadow, sleepless, and secretly think about waiting for you in the past. Watching the dawn wind, the waning moon, hurting farewell by the broken bridge, I follow the lovesickness, the fallen leaves, the loneliness in the deep courtyard, looking for what you have lost. There is still an article left in the letter. The words are as clear as the face. I wrote endless affection and heartache for you, but you are old and beautiful. I remember the tearful eyes that looked at each other when we held hands. We were silent and choked. Who broke the thread of love and hate, but still lingering in our dreams. The sky-blue lake, like rain and smoke, is my attachment. Apricot blossoms, rain, dusk, river snow, I hug my shadow, sleepless, and secretly think about the past. I waited for you by the broken bridge, watching the dawn wind and the waning moon. Farewell, I follow the lovesickness and the fallen leaves, searching lonely in the deep courtyard. Your lost letter still contains a piece of writing that looks as if it were originally written with countless tenderness and heartache. But you are old and beautiful. I remember the tearful eyes that met each other when we held hands. There was a quiet voice and choked up. Who broke the thread of love and hate and lost the soul. The lingering dream is like rain and smoke. The sky blue lake is my attachment. It jumps into my sight. If I could write endless lingering and heartache for you, you are now empty and old. I remember the tearful eyes that looked at each other when we held hands. There was a quiet voice and choked with tears. Who broke it? The thread of love and hate lingers in my dream, like rain and smoke. The sky-blue lake is where my attachment jumps into my field of vision.