There is a song, the lyrics are sung by women, and there is a line that holds you in your arms.

"A Taoist Friend of mine" contains lyrics: The long street was full of spring that year.

Riding together is like a dream.

Shelter from the rain under the eaves,

Looking at a pair of deep eyes,

Like the breeze of Huashan fine snow.

The rain is cool,

The wind blew through the hazy fragrance.

In an instant, my heart pounded like your gentle blade.

If you go too far, you will be surprised.

Whether the love words are false or not,

Send them out one by one,

Willing to humble yourself and change your smile,

Or become mediocre.

You held me in your arms with an umbrella,

How cautious it is to swear every word.

There are thousands of tender feelings in your eyes,

Like the spring breeze, ice and snow will melt.

But who ever thought: whose wedding banquet met again later,

Beauty is on the side, and the candle is red.

The lights are soft,

Reflect a pair of picturesque faces,

Like the tender old dream of cardamom branches.

I don't know each other,

All of a sudden, I have a lot of thoughts.

I hope you are as white as before, and you look a little stiff.

Who knew I was afraid?

Maybe I should play the fool when I'm drunk,

Leave a faint lipstick on your arm.

Then slowly sing the old story,

Let others disturb you.

But I can only smile and pretend to be calm.

Listen to those feelings.

Instead of look at your familiar face,

Only silently drinking, more indifferent.

Outside the mountain gate, snowflakes brushed the white clothes and melted at the fingertips;

What should I do in the vast rivers and lakes with a long sword?

At this point in my life, I have laughed at myself like a joke.

Wishful thinking begins and ends.

Finally: if you are with others for a long time,

Why should I pay the wrong price?

Don't watch me lose my mind,

You're obsessed?

Fortunately, after floating in the world of mortals for many years,

This heart is full of holes.

I'm afraid you'll take fickle feelings as the blade,

Add a crack?

It won't hurt.

Why don't you bury the past in the wind,

Take a long sword as a monument and frost and snow as a tomb.

If the mistake of this life is meeting,

Seek a happy ending.

Crossing the ancient bridge in Mananping alone,

It was foggy when Shan Yu came.

Thinking of the light hug under the umbrella that year,

It's like lying on a bridge dreaming.

When I woke up, I fell to pieces and disappeared without a trace.