Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Huan Ni Baby Song
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Qinglong Yu
Songwriter
Lyrics
锦瑟（英文版）
作曲：于清龙
演唱：环尼宝贝
The sad zither
for no reason
has fifty strings
Each string and each peg evoke thoughts of the glorious years gone by
Zhuang Zhou was confused by the butterfly in his morning dream
The King of Wang Di entrusted his amorous feelings to the cuckoo in spring
In the vast sea
under the moonlight
the pearls seem to have tears
On the sunny days in Lantian
the jade gives off a misty haze
Can this feeling be waited to become a memory to be recalled
Alas
it was already a sense of loss even at that very moment
The sad zither
for no reason
has fifty strings
Each string and each peg evoke thoughts of the glorious years gone by
Zhuang Zhou was confused by the butterfly in his morning dream
The King of Wang Di entrusted his amorous feelings to the cuckoo in spring
In the vast sea
under the moonlight
the pearls seem to have tears
On the sunny days in Lantian
the jade gives off a misty haze
Can this feeling be waited to become a memory to be recalled
Alas
it was already a sense of loss even at that very moment
The sad zither
for no reason
has fifty strings
Each string and each peg evoke thoughts of the glorious years gone by
Zhuang Zhou was confused by the butterfly in his morning dream
The King of Wang Di entrusted his amorous feelings to the cuckoo in spring
In the vast sea
under the moonlight
the pearls seem to have tears
On the sunny days in Lantian
the jade gives off a misty haze
Can this feeling be waited to become a memory to be recalled
Alas
it was already a sense of loss even at that very moment
The sad zither
for no reason
has fifty strings
Each string and each peg evoke thoughts of the glorious years gone by
Zhuang Zhou was confused by the butterfly in his morning dream
The King of Wang Di entrusted his amorous feelings to the cuckoo in spring
In the vast sea
under the moonlight
the pearls seem to have tears
On the sunny days in Lantian
the jade gives off a misty haze
Can this feeling be waited to become a memory to be recalled
Alas
it was already a sense of loss even at that very moment
Written by: 于清龙
