The sound of the flute in time. It's always over and over again. Under the night light of the windowsill, drink the cup of parting song under the moonlight on the windowsill.

Looking back alone, there is a world of Songhai Sangtian.

The light song under the moon is a thick flute.

Accompaniment with the stranding that comes and goes.

The difference between the shallow singing goodbye of the passing years has long been the traces of the flowers.

Forgotten for a thousand years.

Looking back, looking back.

When I returned to my heart, I was shallow in that period, and the fatigue that had already been honed was reincarnated in the world.

Under the footsteps of the years, it has long been stained with the whole back and forth of spring.

The gaps of time are always filled, and everything is wind and rain.

And all the flowers fall and bloom, the flute in time.

It's always over and over again.

Under the night light of the windowsill, drink the cup of parting song under the moonlight on the windowsill.

Looking back alone, there is a world of Songhai Sangtian.

The light song under the moon is a thick flute.

Accompaniment with the stranding that comes and goes.

The difference between the shallow singing goodbye of the passing years has long been the traces of the flowers.

Forgotten for a thousand years.

Looking back, looking back.

When I returned to my heart, I was shallow in that period, and the fatigue that had already been honed was reincarnated in the world.

Under the footsteps of the years, it has long been stained with the whole back and forth of spring.

The gaps of time are always filled, and everything is wind and rain.

And all the flowers fall and bloom, the flute in time.

It's always over and over again.

Under the night light of the windowsill, drink the cup of parting song under the moonlight on the windowsill.

Looking back alone, there is a world of Songhai Sangtian.

The light song under the moon is a thick flute.

Accompaniment with the stranding that comes and goes.

The difference between the shallow singing goodbye of the passing years has long been the traces of the flowers.

Forgotten for a thousand years.

Looking back, looking back.

When I returned to my heart, I was shallow in that period, and the fatigue that had already been honed was reincarnated in the world.

Under the footsteps of the years, it has long been stained with the whole back and forth of spring.

The gaps of time are always filled, and everything is wind and rain.

And all the flowers fall and bloom, the flute in time.

It's always over and over again.

Under the night light of the windowsill, drink the cup of parting song under the moonlight on the windowsill.

Looking back alone, there is a world of Songhai Sangtian.

The light song under the moon is a thick flute.

Accompaniment with the stranding that comes and goes.

The difference between the shallow singing goodbye of the passing years has long been the traces of the flowers.

Forgotten for a thousand years.

Looking back, looking back.

When I returned to my heart, I was shallow in that period, and the fatigue that had already been honed was reincarnated in the world.

Under the footsteps of the years, it has long been stained with the whole back and forth of spring.

The gaps of time are always filled, and everything is wind and rain.

And all the flowers fall and bloom, the flute in time.

It's always over and over again.

Under the night light of the windowsill, drink the cup of parting song under the moonlight on the windowsill.

Looking back alone, there is a world of Songhai Sangtian.

The light song under the moon is a thick flute.

Accompaniment with the stranding that comes and goes.

The difference between the shallow singing goodbye of the passing years has long been the traces of the flowers.

Forgotten for a thousand years.

Looking back, looking back.

When I returned to my heart, I was shallow in that period, and the fatigue that had already been honed was reincarnated in the world.

Under the footsteps of the years, it has long been stained with the whole back and forth of spring.

The gaps of time are always filled, and everything is wind and rain.

And all the flowers fall and bloom, the flute in time.

It's always over and over again.

Under the night light of the windowsill, drink the cup of parting song under the moonlight on the windowsill.

Looking back alone, there is a world of Songhai Sangtian.

The light song under the moon is a thick flute.

Accompaniment with the stranding that comes and goes.

The difference between the shallow singing goodbye of the passing years has long been the traces of the flowers.

Forgotten for a thousand years.

Looking back, looking back.

When I returned to my heart, I was shallow in that period, and the fatigue that had already been honed was reincarnated in the world.

Under the footsteps of the years, it has long been stained with the whole back and forth of spring.

The gaps of time are always filled, and everything is wind and rain.

And all the flowers fall and bloom,