Composer: Mo Qing
Lyrics: Jiang Han, Mo Qing
Arranger: long Jiu
Singing: Xuan Sheng Li, Xu Hua, Hera, Xiao Xue Xue, dandy, a Yue, Li Mo, Xian Gu
Dry gold I lvdongbin pure Yang Sword
A treasure fan of Beijing Purple Mansion
I’ll pay for the gold, I’ll tie the crutch, and Li Zhongnan will learn from the gourd fairy
Xun Mu I lancai and Ta Ge You Fang carries a flower basket
Gen Tu, my uncle Cao, is pure, empty, true, yin-yang board
Shaking wood, I, Zhang Guo, old white donkey, riding back in the fishing drum room
I, Han Xiangzi, have a way of life and death. Sigh with the flute
I, hexiangu, are as light as flying and hold the lotus
La la la la la la
How many earthly things have never been dyed
La la la la la la
Three gods mountain crossing the sea
La la la la la la
Common people are always greedy
La la la la la la