The moon is full of trees, and the grass and trees are deep is the lyrics in which song

Jay - Fireworks are easy to cold.

Lyrics: Fang Wenshan.

Composer: Jay Chou.

The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and tormented the world.

Dreams are cold, tossing and turning, love debts.

A few more. Such as you default to life and death, etc.

Waiting for the rings to come round and round.

Futu Pagoda broke several layers and broke someone's soul.

The pain went straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp collapsed.

Let me wait a little longer for history to turn around.

Waiting for the wine to be mellow and waiting for you to play a guzheng.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates are entrenched in the roots of old trees.

What reverberates on the slate is Wait.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village.

Fate is rooted in us.

Listening to youth ushering in laughter envy many people.

The annals of history are gentle and refusing, and the pen is too ruthless.

Fireworks are easy to cool and personnel are easy to separate.

And you're asking if I'm serious.

After a thousand years, who else is waiting.

And Qingshi, how can it not be true Wei Shu Luoyang City.

If you are in a past life.

Follow the red dust, follow me, wander all your life.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates are entrenched in the roots of old trees.

What reverberates on the slate is Wait.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village.

Fate is rooted in us.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates are entrenched in the roots of old trees.

What reverberates on the slate is Wait.

The rain is raining, the rain is raining, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep.

I've heard, I've heard, You're still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village.

Fate is rooted in us.

Fate is rooted in us.

Garan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity.

Fireworks are easy to cold", you have typed the lyrics wrong....

Fireworks are easy to cold - Jay.

The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and tormented the world.

The dream is cold, and there are a few love debts for a lifetime.

Such as you default to life and death, etc.

Waiting for the rings to come round and round.

Futu Pagoda broke several layers and broke someone's soul.

The pain went straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp collapsed.

Let me wait a little longer for history to turn around.

Waiting for the wine to be mellow and waiting for you to play a guzheng.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates are entrenched in the roots of old trees.

What reverberates on the slate is Wait.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village.

Fate is rooted in us.

Listening to youth ushering in laughter envy many people.

The annals of history are gentle and refusing, and the pen is too ruthless.

Fireworks are easy to cool and personnel are easy to separate.

And you're asking if I'm serious.

After a thousand years, who else is waiting.

And Qingshi, how can it not be true Wei Shu Luoyang City.

If you are in a past life.

Follow the red dust, follow me, wander all your life.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates are entrenched in the roots of old trees.

What reverberates on the slate is Wait.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village.

Fate is rooted in us.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates are entrenched in the roots of old trees.

What reverberates on the slate is Wait.

The rain is raining, the rain is raining, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep.

I've heard, I've heard, You're still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village.

Fate is rooted in us.

Fate is rooted in us.

Garan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity.

Jay Chou-

Fireworks are prone to cold. Lyrics: Fang Wenshan.

Composer: Jay Chou.

The sound of bustle escaped into the empty door.

It has tormented the world.

Dreams are cold and tossing and turning.

There are a few more love debts.

As you default. Life and death, etc.

Wait for a circle. Another lap.

Tree-ring floating pagoda.

Several layers were broken. Whose soul was broken?

The pain went straight to a broken lamp.

The collapsed mountain gate.

Let me wait a little longer. History turns.

and so on. Waiting for you to play a piece of guzheng.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I've heard that you're always alone.

Mottled city gates.

Entrenched in the roots of old trees.

The slate reverberates with.

Wait for the rain to come.

The old hometown is full of grass and trees.

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city.

Fall on that wild village.

Fate takes root is.

We listen to youth.

Laughter. The envy of many.

The annals of history are gentle and refusing.

The pen is too ruthless.

Fireworks are prone to cold. Personnel are easy to divide.

And you're asking. Do I still have it.

Seriously after a millennium.

Affectionate for generations. Who else is waiting.

And how can Qingshi not be true.

Weishu Luoyang City.

As you are following. Past lives.

Follow the red dust. Follow me all my life.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I've heard that you're always alone.

Mottled city gates.

Entrenched in the roots of old trees.

The slate reverberates with.

Wait for the rain to come.

The old hometown is full of grass and trees.

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city.

Fall on that wild village.

Fate takes root is.

We're raining.

The old hometown is full of grass and trees.

I've heard that you're always alone.

Mottled city gates.

Entrenched in the roots of old trees.

The slate reverberates with.

Wait for the rain to come.

The rain is deep in the old hometown.

I heard, I heard.

Thou art still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city.

Fall on that wild village.

Fate takes root is.

Our fate has taken root.

We, at Garan Temple, listen to the sound of rain and look forward to eternity.