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The old moon and morning frost, the river water lapping against the shore. The stone steps bear traces of moss, and at my fingertips, I remember your hand. The river flows, my heart shines, my temples are frosted, and my longing persists. A thousand miles apart, our feelings merge with the passing years. Old moon morning frost, river water beat the shore. Stone steps moss marks, fingertips recall your palm. The river flows, the heart is in, the temples are stained with frost, and the thoughts are long. Thousands of miles apart, love melt years long. Words Huang Junhua composer Huang Junhua singer Huang Junhua lyrics JunHua Huang composer JunHua Huang composer JunHua Huang lyrics: wooden window lattice screens the old moonlight, bluestone road also carries morning frost, the sleeves at the railing brush slightly cool, the sound of the river slapping the bank is slow and long, the stone steps sitting together that year are still there, the moss has climbed to the distant river flowing marks, your fingertips, I can’t take away the glint in my heart. Years have dyed autumn frost on my temples, but my thoughts are still as clear as I saw at first. How many times does the river carry the past? Every spray is old time. How about thousands of miles apart? The affection has been integrated into the years. The river heart moon is shaking and the shadow is in pairs. I see you holding an umbrella again in a trance. The wind brings sweet osmanthus fragrance on both sides,