Traditional Chinese Han Dance

Zither Harp Amid thorns, under moonlight Flowing into a sea of paper crows Why must a single glance be stained by the dust of the mortal world? The wind chimes tinkle as they drift down. Don't let him Seven years old, face without makeup, forgets the remnants Laughing at wind and rain, drifting on a boat in exile The Song That Never Ends Silent in the river of tears Become a celestial fish Striding through the lonely streets Seven years old, natural beauty, forget the remnants of the past Laughing at wind and rain, drifting on a boat in exile