Chinese Hanfu // Instructions for Wearing Ancient Hanfu // Chinese Douyin (30)

I am stubborn in a foreign land every step I take is a longing the person below lifts their brush we have not met on stage I fear my attachment to the plum blossom buds golden flowers and red makeup wait for whom to return How to break through the difficult situation I should have known that losing the important responsibility was a calculation The end of the world is not the end of the dream not drunk not resting Drinking a cup of wine with you The wind and moon are like a dream Longing is on the silk brow Sorrow in the heart Want a cup of clear sorrow The past emotions linger as spring halts the snow every year falling full upon the traveler's fate between jests the eyes meet at first sight this life too long yet knowing not those years of this life to say let you go Join hands and write your name all sorrow returns to the heart raise a cup and sing I only wish to be happy until old age even if the wind is cold I don 't want to run away even if the flowers are beautiful I don't want them let me drift freely The higher the sky the happier the heart Never leave Wasting endlessly Swearing to follow the soul of sand Who was betrayed Still remember the past Drunk before dawn again destroyed Only to guard against guard against See you again when sitting on the boat Sadness belongs to whom Jiangnan has a dream the long river flows into the hometown the smoke of cooking spreads widely crossing hundreds of thousands of miles I listen to this flute melody the world is full of wonders Step by step looking at each other between the rivers and lakes I can't forget that fleeting glance alone I cherish the cold stars there's nothing more at that time he was stubbornly dependent one step a world of longing the people below Shoulders hold the brush never met before met on stage through cold and warm seasons first encounter with beauty among people and family accompany the talented scholar A long farewell I see your aging lens Can't hear It's you Tears that have crossed a thousand years Only visible in dreams I wish to see you again even for a year See the world's ever- changing flow with a smile a single sigh a sorrow that cannot be expressed a fleeting moment you have not seen yet dance gracefully yet the red continues endlessly Don't you see the horse and flowers are lent to sentimentality I came from a single flower and an arrow From the moon in the clouds When I had not yet met You picked up the brush The sky-blue waits for the rain And I am waiting for you The moonlight is scooped up The clouds cleared and the ending came the wind stirred the clouds the sky danced water faced the boat the silver saddle leaned not a chance love formed Overthinking too much through the night Mountains high and rivers far love remains unchanged