Todo lo que hace Xiao Zhan es hermoso y de fina calidad, amamos sus canciones, su actuación y su sensible personalidad. Aquí hasta mi madre con 96 años aprecia su trabajo muchísimo, y cuando pongo sus canciones las disfruta y tararea con felicidad. El conocerlo a él y a su coprotagonista a través de la serie THE UNTAMED nos ha motivado para aprender más sobre su idioma y la cultura China. Rezamos, por que que siempre siga el dictamen de su corazón con fuerza y firmeza sin temor a los obstáculos o reveses de la vida. Cada día su público crecerá a nivel Mundial para respaldar su trabajo con respeto y alegría, pues su sonrisa trae luz de Sol a muchas vidas. Xiao Zhan desde Venezuela deseamos que Dios siempre te bendiga.
The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door, breaking the world The dream is cold, after a lifetime of love debts and several books If you default to life and death, etc. Waiting round and round the annual rings The Buddha Tower has broken several floors, whose soul has been broken Pain goes straight to a broken lamp, a collapsed mountain gate Let me wait, history turns around Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play a guzheng The rain is pouring, the old hometown is deep I heard that you are always alone, the mottled city gate is entangled with the roots of an old tree What echoes on the slate is wait The rain is pouring, the old hometown is deep I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village Fate takes root is us Listen to youth, welcome laughter, envy many people The annals of history, gentle and unwilling to write, are too ruthless Fireworks are easy to get cold, and personnel are easy to separate And you're asking if I'm still serious Thousands of years later, after a lifetime of love, who else is waiting And Qing Shi, how can it not be true, Wei Shu, Luoyang City If you are in a past life Follow the red dust, follow me, wander for a lifetime The rain is pouring, the old hometown is deep I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village Fate takes root is us The rain is pouring, the old hometown is deep I heard that you are always alone Mottled city gates entrenched old tree roots What echoes on the slate is wait rain after rain, the old hometown is deep I heard I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village Fate takes root is us Jialan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity
