Composer: Hetu
Lyrics: Finale
Sung by Hetu
[00:33.40]The lightning that pierces the sky on the other side of the mountain
[00:36.90]Weaves through the clouds and then vanishes
[00:41.36]The shooting star trailing flames at the end of the sky
[ 00:43.89]Carrying away the thousands of words we promised
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[00:48.36]When I was a child, I thought the world was a roof
[00:51.59]Later, everyone wanted to go to the horizon
[00:56.12]We planted our hearts' desires before we set out
[00. 58.72]We agreed to go as far as we could without changing
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[01:02.52]Looking back over the eaves of the house extinguished the cooking smoke
[01:09.68]Not leaving until the Big Dipper appeared
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[01:17.00]A winding route paved with The beginning of the thorns
[01:20.77]After waving goodbye, which way are we going
[01:24.58]How many gentle stars can I see when I look up
[01:28.17]How many silent lines of sight are there in the darkness
[01:31.30]
[01:31.76]Remember to not forget to read the Weeping psalms
[01:35.51]Once dreamed of A courtyard warmed by daylight
[01:39.27]Written the first song sung a thousand times
[01:42.91]Passed by gardens bloomed in a moment
[01:47.08]
[01:50.76]Under the cloudy sky The kite is stranded
[01:54.64]Butterflies flying over the hills need to lift their wings a few times
[01:58.72]Forgotten voices slowly emerge
[02:01.56]Breeze blowing through the green and yellow grass end flies all over the sky
[02:04.57]
[02:05.25]The dream courtyard is still like a The first few years of rain dripping through the mountain tops
[02:18.55]
[02:19.86]I met with myself, and I was tumbling over the yesterday
[02:23.57]The crossroads, confused by the past
[02:27.34]The curtains were slowly drawn back and the sound of applause was continuous
[02:27.34]The curtains were drawn back.
[02:30.93]How many people are waiting for the show to start with high expectations
[02:34.03]
[02:34.26]The promises are all fulfilled and thousands of people are cheering
[02:38.31]Suddenly, yesterday has become a photo
[02:41.97]The lights are too bright on the stage of the agreement.
[02:45.62]What crossed my cheeks and blurred my vision
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[02:52.45]
[03:20.66]
[03:26.00]I met with myself, and I was tossing and turning, reading yesterday
[03:29.98] At the crossroads, at a loss to understand the past
[03:33.93]The curtain was slowly drawn back and the applause continued
[03:37.45]How many people waited for the show to begin with great expectations
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[03:41.04]The promises were fulfilled and ten thousand people cheered the scene
[03:44.62] Suddenly, all of yesterday has become a photo
[03:48.46]The lights on the promised stage are too bright
[03:52.07]What crossed my cheeks and blurred my vision
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[03:56.00]At this moment in time, I am singing about my dreams and their fulfillment
[03:59.57] Spotlight Constant encore performance
[04:03.15]I'm searching for a face in a sea of people
[04:06.88]This song is sung to you in the hope that you'll hear it
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[04:16.58]===END=== Words: Pillow Rock Listening to Spring
Tune: Hetu Singing: Hetu
[01:04.56]Lhasa snow messy for thousands of years
[01:08.07]Quietly piled up to the annihilation of the red dust
[01:13.63]Incense in the hand burned brightly and darkly
[01:16.99]Footprints on the snow deep and shallow
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[01:16.99]Footprints on the snow deep and shallow
[01:16.99]Footprints on the snow deep and shallow
[01:14.54]===END===== Words: Pillow Stone Listening to Spring
Quotes. p>[01:21.89]As if there is no end to the language
[01:32.03]Learning from them kneeling in front of the snowy mountains
[01:34.89]Quietly said a lot of wishes
[01:40.19]Followed the crowd walked through a few streets
[01:43.79]Holding a ghee tea sitting on the side of the road
[01:48.72]I fantasized about Maggie Amie's face
[01:56.47]Can't you let go of it? The anticipation is very shallow
[02:05.83]Legends of love have always been beautifully distant
[02:15.45]The story ends, and no one has a word to say about it
[02:23.96]I looked up but I saw a different Blue sky
[02:33.44]She sat beside the Potala Palace
[02:37.73]Thinking about it for half a day
[03:02.57]How many times have you walked down the lazy street
[03:08.33]The wind horse has also looked at it for many days
[03:10.93]The people around me are smiling faintly and sighing with fatigue.
[03:14.52]The sunshine and rain suddenly appeared under the snow drift
[03:19.81]Between the four seasons to understand what
[03:26.79]Can not let go of it? Expectation is very shallow
[03:38.12]Legends of love has always been the beauty of the distant
[03:44.87]The story is over. No one has anything to say
[03:54.20]I looked up and saw a different blue sky
[04:03.88]She was sitting next to the Potala Palace
[04:08.24]I thought about it for half a day
[04:14.60]The snow on a sunny day, the moon on a rainy night
[04:21.98]The track in the fog is starting to become obvious. The track in the mist began to become obvious
[04:30.09]From now on the mood is no longer shallow and deep
[04:40.04]Saying goodbye to those sad words
[04:49.20]The flowers planted in the past life will bloom in the
[04:53.91]Roadside in this life
[04:59.43]Wake up and forget the
[05:04.04]Just a few more feelings in the dream
[05:09.20]There will always be a day when they are all slowly disappearing
[05:15.82]Even if they used to be so close together Lyrics/Compositions/Arrangements/Sung by:Hetu
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[00:24.28]Is there anything left? 24.28]Is there any time left to look back
[00:26.70]Look at me again
[00:28.47]I can't tell the difference between the sky
[00:30.12]Is it a red cloud or the flame you set on fire
[00:33.65]Which life is the end of the line
[00:36.24] I can't say goodbye
[00:41.67]
[00:43.67]Is there any remaining burnt out years
[00:45.00]Feathered into thoughts
[00:47.70]Is it the fate of the dust or the nightmare
[00:49.42]Is it the ashes of the robbery or the smoke of the smoke of the cooker that you burned
[00:49.42]I'm not sure if it is the end of the world
[00:49.42]I don't know what to do. p>[00:52.89]Which thought can not be extinguished
[00:57.22]Is it nirvana or eternal attachment
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[01:01.22]Transformed into the western sky starlight is the end of your reincarnation
[01:06.58]Silence to the everlasting hourglass flow of how much time
[01:11.17]You gazed at the face of my coming life by the river of the three ways
[01:15.90]I planted a mandala to make the memories of the past life deep
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[01:20.89]How many partings can ignite the flame of the sycamore branch
[01:25.60]I have traveled through the earthly world How many five hundred years
[01:30.61When the mandala flowers bloom, who can still remember the past
[01:35.21]Who should be who's robbery and who has become who's obsession
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[02:08.29]Is there any remaining burning out of the flow of years
[02:10.73] Feathered into thoughts
[02:13.89]Is it a dusty fate or a nightmare
[02:15.67]Is it the ashes of a robbery or the smoke of your rising cooker
[02:19.17]Which thought can not be extinguished
[02:23.28]Is it nirvana or eternal attachment
[02:26.28]
[02:28.15]Transforming into the starlight of the western sky is the end of your reincarnation
[02:32.75]Silence to the eternal life hourglass flowed for how much time
[02:37.95]You gazed at the face of the next life by the river of the Three Ways
[02:42.48]I planted a mandala to make the memories of the previous life deep
[02. 45.53]
[02:47.53]How many partings will it take to ignite the flame of a sycamore branch
[02:52.40]How many five hundred years have I traveled through the earthly realm
[02:57.19]When the mandala blossomed, who would still be able to remember the old days
[03:01.86]Who answered the robberies of whom and who turned into whose obsession
Lyrics Meaning
This is a beautiful myth related to fire. Legend has it that in the country of Tianfang, there is a pair of divine birds, the male is the phoenix and the female is the phoenix. After the full five hundred years old, set incense wood to burn themselves, and re-born from the ashes of death, and from then on, fresh and beautiful and abnormal, no longer die. The majestic Dahei Mountain, full-color laser lights mapping out several kilometers long time tunnel and the clouds in the sky, as high as ten meters from the top of the flames erupted, waterfalls flowing straight down, in the mingling of water and fire, the phoenix in the song, phoenix in the chord, deduction of a five-hundred-year old myths, a beautiful legend that has been passed down for thousands of years
Refers to the phoenix reborn in the fire and get eternal life, nirvana is the Buddhist language of death and rebirth!
The phoenix will be old, each time the old feathers do not fall, can not fly freely, and each time to change the feathers, the whole body feathers have to be plucked, and then wait for the new feathers to grow out, this period of time is not able to fly, and there is no food, very painful, the metaphor of a better future is to go through their own constant suffering, Lyrics: Finale
Composer / Arranger / Singer: Hetu
The Phoenix is a beautiful legend that has been passed down through the ages.
[00:29.47]He put the lamp on at night
[00:31.02]Read the four books and five sutras a few times
[00:32.32]It was her childhood friend who was guarded by the side of the two children
[00:36.53]She put the ink on the research under the lamp
[00:37.92]Thorny hairpin and cloth skirt with a pair of eyes
[00:38.00]The first time I saw a pair of eyes was when I was a child, and it was the first time that I had ever seen them. [00:39.30]See him study hard for ten years vowed to go to the Golden Palace
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[00:43.35]Send a good man to the ferry
[00:46.12]She said that a lifetime of waiting for you
[00:49.61]He said that I will wait for me to be successful in the examination of the gold list
[00: 51.58]I will not wait for you to be successful in the examination of the gold list
[00: 51.58]I will be successful in the examination of the gold list
[00: 51.58]I will not be surprised to see that the world is not a good place to be. 51.58]I will live up to your tenderness
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[00:56.70]Eighteen years of waiting, she stood on the ferry
[01:05.75]Eighteen years of tenderness, he slept in the bright moon building
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[01:14.59]That lone sail went to a long time
[01:16.25]Take away all her sorrows and joys
[01:18.23]Willow on the embankment
[01:21.22]Can't hold back the river
[01:28.22]
[01:28.55]Look at the spring flowers blossomed and fell
[01:30.29]Autumn wind blew the summer months away. The summer moon is gone
[01:32.27]Winter snow is another year
[01:35.31]She waited until the people are thinner than the yellow flowers
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[02:07.74]She puts the lamps on at night
[02:09.40]The river is wide and the clouds are looking down for a few times
[02:10.71]She has a lot of time to look at the river and the clouds are not there to see it, but she is there. :10.71]The clouds are a few broken geese in the west wind blowing away how many thoughts
[02:14.92]I want to think of him under the lamp to put the ink research
[02:16.35]A word of gold is a scholar
[02:17.72]Waiting for him to return to his hometown to wait for a year and another year
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[02: 21.73]Who hit the road to the city of the first half of the world? 21.73]Who passed in front of the horse ferry
[02:24.53]Turning back to call for a drink
[02:28.05]Whispering to ask who is the girl
[02:30.13]Like a flower, like a jade, and for whom to keep it
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[02:35.11]Eighteen years of waiting, she stood at the little
[02:44.17]Eighteen years of tenderness, he sleeps in the bright moon building
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[02:52.98]The lonely sails to go to a long time
[02:54.66]Take all her years away
[02:56.63]Willow on the dike in the thousands of threads of the willows
[02 :59.70]I can't hold back the river
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[03:06.88]Seeing the spring flowers blossom and fall
[03:08.71]Autumn winds blowing the summer months away
[03:10.67]The winter snows another year
[03:13.72]She waited until the snow filled the brows
[03:13.72]She waited until the snow filled the brows
[03:13.72]The winter snows another year
[03:13.72]She waited for the snow to fill up her eyes. /p>
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[03:21.00]Listening to the wood close
[03:22.90]She is still waiting in the story
[03:24.74]The storyteller closed his fan and told the story from the beginning
[03:27.81]Who lowered his eyes, tears wet his sleeves
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[03:35.08]She walked through the willows on the embankment
[03:36.86]The sun was setting on the ferry
[03:38.76]The scenery was still as gentle as it was in the olden days
[03:41.86]But the river never returned
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[03:58.50]-The End. 58.50]-The End-
Related Stories
A woman accompanies her lover to study hard for ten years in the cold window, and when they meet in the golden list, it is the day of the wedding ceremony. But since the ancient love is a woman, the woman in the lover's departure of the ferry head waiting eighteen years, the delay in the good man no trace; on the other hand, the man did show talent and ambition, the gold list, but has married another prominent marriage, living in the bright moon building. Eighteen years later, the man with his family on the road to the head of the transition to ask for wine, encountered a former lover, but already the woman is not the same as when the face, the man did not recognize her, but flirted with the woman of the charm of the woman. The woman, however, recognized the stranger as her lover, and seeing his family, knew that he had lost his heart, and did not identify himself, but just watched the family go away in a light boat, as if his years had been taken away by his light boat for nothing. --This legend is retold by a storyteller, the storyteller thought of this story is also waiting for his lover, want to save another personal tragedy on earth, the storyteller's lover has indeed been at the end of the world side of the obsessive waiting, but the storyteller went back to the time, it is too late, his lover because of waiting for her emaciated withered, red face fragrance The storyteller went back too late, and his lover was emaciated and withered from waiting for her.
The words of the two authors
Hetu:
Sunset Samurai:
Look at that man, he looks like a dog,
Actually, not every monkey is born like a dog
Likewise, that woman, too, cannot always be like a flower
And then in fact, my wish is very simple
If someday I also have the right to be told that I look like a dog when I'm carrying an iron rod, I'm sure that it would be a good idea for me to be told that I am a dog, too.
She in the story and she outside the story can be the same person or not.
How many Ruohua have you seen over the millennia, inside and outside the story. Yang Guan Tune
Word: Fox Li
Music: Hetu
Sung by Hetu
[00:36.36]The light of the sword doesn't go on and on, and falls into whose arms
[00:39.89]Midnight battlegrounds Desert Desert Desert Smoke Like Wild Grass
[00:43.05]Frost Frost Full of depression Cold long pavilions short bridge
[ 00:46.65]Cinnabar between the eyebrows, like a carving knife in a chaotic world
[00:50.02]The young man on the Seychelles, the young man in black, in exchange for the smile of whoever is left behind
[00:53.28]Sword pointing to the west of Tianshan Mountain, out of the Yangguan Pass, people's traces are small
[00:56.28]Sandstorms and sand grinding off the ancient road, spreading the tip of whose eyebrow
[01:00.10]Flags even the city of cloudy wine, and then goblet of wine. The goblet of wine is burnt in the twilight clouds
[01:02.77]Snow falls in the sky, snow like white hair, snow like flowers withered, messing up the birds
[01:08.54]Looking at the sky, we go to the end of the world, we wear the same dress, and we are invited to the same place by the bright moon
[01:15.56]Broken bowstrings, broken heartbeat, broken life, broken hope, broken misty
[01:22.15]The heart is like the March, the heart is like the barren grass, the heart is like a swamp, the heart is like a swamp, the heart is like the barren grass, the heart is like a swamp. The heart is like a quagmire, and it's a good place to get stuck in
[01:29.16]The gaze through the scabbard entangled in the corners of the eyes of who
[01:35.53]He went up to the tower of the city, and he untied his robe, and he was able to send a free man to the clouds of the vast sea
[01:42.55]Broken wall will not fall down for thousands of years and engraved with the mark of who
[01:48.86]The sound of Qiang's voice is thin, and the dust has been upside down, so who will be on the fence, and who will be bent?
[01:55.65]Whose heartbeat does the wind and the rain wave
[02:01.96]Chang'an in the prime of life, the flowers of the sun forget the past
[02:07.92]
[02:35.65]The snow falls in the sky, the snow is like white hair, the snow is like the flowers fade, the snow is like a messy bird
[02:42.32]We are all looking at the sky, and we are going to the end of the world, and we are wearing the same clothes. The end of the world, the same dress, the same invitation from the moon
[02:49.05]Broken bowstring, broken heartbeat, broken life, broken misty
[02:55.76]Heart like March, heart like barren grass, heart like a quagmire, stuck or not
[03:02.60]Gaze, through the sheath of the sword, entangled in the corners of the eyes of the who
[03:08.77]He went up to the tower, he unraveled the war robes, the vast sea, the clouds, and sent the free. The sea of clouds to send free
[03:16.02]Broken wall will not fall down for thousands of years, engraved with whose mark
[03:22.55]Qiang sound is thin, the dust is upside down, in exchange for who is on the fence, who folded his waist
[03:29.29]Jiangshan mountains and wind and rain waves wave whose heartbeat
[03:35.44]Shengshi Chang'an flower on the remnants of the sun to forget the previous dynasty
[03:35.44]The world of Chang'an flowers to forget the previous dynasty
< p>[03:42.05]Whose hand do you hold? All the way to escape[03:51.61]The clamor of the wolf smoke and beacon fire
[03:55.49]Who cooks the wine? A lifetime of drunken smiles, a thousand cups of wine
[04:04.98]The embrace of the floating flowers and the waves of the pistil [00:00.00]-'for the Dragon '-
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[00:14.00]Lyrics: Raccoon Ji
[00:17.00]Sung by Hetu
[00:20.00]
[00:29.61]The moonlight of a mythical past on the palm of my hand
[00. 32.59]The wound, the coolness of a smile
[00:36.87]Looking toward you, you stand on one side
[00:40.21]It is the impetuosity of the dragon that you were born to be
[00:43.67]Remember that your name is Yanhuang
[00:50.82]
[00:51.79]Beacon flints. The sun on the battlefield
[00:54.73]Broken edge next to the years quietly flow
[00:59.04]Twelve chapters of the pattern of your sacrifice to look around
[01:02.37]The blood of the Yellow River and Yangtze River
[01:05.57]is your innate openness
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[01:12.40]
[01:12.40]
[01:12.40][01:12.40]
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[01:12.40]
[01:13.05]Wind and rain beat all the red walls and green tiles
[01:16.07]Danqing left tomorrow's yellow flowers
[01:20.44]Chinese characters in the ink warm a stroke
[01:24.51]Expressions inherited from generation to generation
[01:27.74]Success and decline of the honor and disgrace mottled cheeks
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This is the first time that you have been born with a flare. /p>
[01:30.81]After a thousand years, the lead was washed away
[01:35.17]The soil that has always stood firm is at your feet
[01:39.27]Answer to the death
[01:45.28]
[01:50.79]Beacon flints on the battlefield's remnants of the sun
[01: 53.80]Broken edge of the battlefield
[01. 53.80]Next to the broken edge of the years quietly flowed
[01:57.86]Twelve chapters of the pattern of your distant sacrifice to look around
[02:01.33]The blood of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River
[02:04.62]is your innate flair
[02:11.10]
[02:12.06]wind and rain. beat all the red walls and green tiles
[02:15.03]Danqing left the yellow flowers of tomorrow
[02:19.43]Chinese characters in the ink warm stroke by stroke
[02:23.59]Expressions passed down from generation to generation
[02:26.28]
[02:26.84]Success and decline of the honor and disgrace of the mottled cheeks
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[02:26.85][02:26.06][02:26.06]The wind and rain have been the most important factor in the development of the country. /p>
[02:29.85]Thousands of years later washed clean of lead
[02:34.22]Has been steadfast soil at your feet
[02:38.32]Till death do us part in answering
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[03:00.26]Wind and rain beat all the red walls and green tiles
[03 :03.08]Danqing left tomorrow's yellow flowers
[03:07.42]Chinese characters in the ink warm a stroke
[03:11.51]Expressions inherited from generation to generation
[03:14.54]
[03:14.82]Success and decline of honor and disgrace mottled the cheeks
[03:17.94] After a thousand years, the lead has been washed away
[03:22.17]The soil that has always stood firm is at your feet
[03:26.27]The answer to the dead
[03:32.31]
[03:34.19]Palm of the moonlight of the past
[03:37.14]Gotham in the embrace, no longer looking back to the desolation.
[03:41.28]I look up to you and you stand here
[03:44.79]Remember what it was like to be born a dragon
[03:47.98]Remember my name is Yan Huang
[03:56.84]----END---- Lyrics: Flame 31 Curve: Hetu
Sung by: Sirens of the West
This is the first time that I've ever seen the world.
[01:07.73]The thawing river, please help me tell my mother that in the cracks in the wall by the window
[01:19.86]there is a green grass sprouting
[01:26.57]The fluttering leaves, please help me tell my mother that in the pond by the table
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[01:36.79]
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[01:36.79]the water pool by the table
[01:38.66]I can't see the chrysanthemum I just put on
[01:46.33]Is it
[01:48.59]I'll germinate in the dirt too
[01:54.22]The earth will grow up in its embrace
[01:57.57]We'll have a home there
[ 02:05.35]Please bury me shallowly under
[02:09.09]that hill full of chrysanthemums
[02:13.27]so that my mother won't be hung up on me because she
[02:16.70]hasn't been able to find me
[02:21.68]Please bury me shallowly
[02. 26.42]Near the thin little birch
[02:32.32]Let my mom know that I'm waiting for her every day
[02:40.70]to take me home
[02:55.00]music
[03:02.38]High on the railroad grid hangs a new winch
[03. 12.07]The uncle with the gun said
[03:14.48]It's a doll with a funny wig
[03:22.21]The red river watered spring's cheeks
[03:29.84]Under the gray sky
[03:36.01]Paint the sun to warm mama's feet
[03 :39.63]Isn't it true that I will blossom even in the dirt
[03:49.40]Which flower will mom pick gently when she comes back
[03:54.88]
[03:58.51]Please bury me superficially under
[04:03.76]the hillside full of chrysanthemums
[04 :07.84]So that my mom won't get hung up on me because she can't find me all the time
[04:16.33]Please bury me shallowly
[04:21.20]near that skinny birch
[04:26.59]So that my mom will know that I'm waiting for her every day
[04:36.00]Please bury me shallowly
[04:36.00]Please bury me shallowly
[04:36.00]so that I can be with you every day
[04:36.00]Please bury me shallowly
[04:36.00]so that I can be with you every day.
[04:40.44]The hill full of chrysanthemums
[04:46.49]So that my mother won't get hung up on the fact that she can't find me
[04:49.84]
[04:55.06]Please bury me in a shallow grave
[04:59.65]Near the skinny birch
[04:59.65]The hill full of chrysanthemums
[04:59.65]So that my mother will not get hung up on the fact that I can't find her
[04:57.06]Please bury me in a shallow grave
[04:59.65]Near the thin birch
[04:59.65]So that I can find her in a shallow grave. p>
[05:05.59]Let my mom know that I'm waiting for her to take me home every day
[05:10.71]End This is pure music
In my dreams, I often see the old wine street where I played when I was a child, vaguely like what I saw when I was away from home; the mottled roots of the old walls, the ancient houses of southern Sichuan, the moss-covered stone road, and all the city is perfumed with the smell of wine. The whole city is in the fragrance of the wine workshop ...... memory, we shuttled play in the front store between the workshop, smelled the wine gradually grew up. And then go out to study, a few years apart, just from the townspeople occasionally pen and ink to pick up that wine street, and that piece of wine filled with the fragrance of the old garden. Years later, back to the hometown, the accent is still, but things are different. However, the old is the years, not old is the complex, an afternoon under the thin sun, walked through the ancient camp ditch head Wen Yongsheng, Chunhe Rong, Dingfeng Heng ...... these exudes thinking about the ancient feelings of the old wine shop, see the hidden wine Longquan hole hole door closed, layers of flowers and branches clustered around the Shuangshan building shadowed out of the eaves and corners, the wine curls all the way down the Yangtze River, and then suddenly will be And the memory of the old wine street heavy image. I remember that at that time, in the old wine street belonging to me, we hummed the white lady in the theater, every year on the fifteenth day of the first month to play the long fire dragon, the square tavern, the car hemp sugar, Hujia doudoune moncler outlet ......, so lively. Smell the pottery altar wafted out of the fragrance of aged wine, with the cellar mud made of marbles, rice flower candy and the Three Kingdoms synthesized a piece of paradise, it was a dream like a paradise. By the way, I wrote this song, when humming its tune, it is like going back to the carefree childhood, time comes and goes in a hurry, and I will always remember what it looks like, and I will always think of it as a treasure.
Author introduction
Minghe: Yang Chen, director of the corporate culture center of Luzhou Laojiao Company
Hetu: a great god in the ancient wind original world, a member of the band Ink Ming Chess Wonderful, whose masterpiece is "Pouring out the whole world" (for details, see the part of the lyrics in the word "He Tu" in the part of the singer He Tu). "
Lyrics
Old Wine Street
The store at the supply house was a young man's dream
What chapter of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms did you see at the end of the book
I still remember the year when the fire dragons were very long
There was a melodious voice of Bai Suzhen in the theater
It was a Sichuan Opera and I ate a piece of rice candy
Sunset was a careless journey, and the sun went down. The sun was setting as it carelessly walked down the wine shop
The evening breeze blew away the aroma of the wine as it passed by the pottery altar
The jugs of wine that had been emptied by stealing them were still hanging on the wall
The cat slept peacefully with its tail in its arms
I remembered all of you
I looked towards you in the distance for the last time when I left
You were wearing an innocent sorrow
Time came and went and you were in your original place
Standing quietly until my temples turn gray
Hello, dear old Wine Street
I saw you in a distant dream
When the stars are lit up, I close my eyes and look for the scent of wine
Walking along the memories of the old days
Hello, dear old Wine Street
The winds of the past are soaking through the years and creeping up on you
Waiting for the wind to begin to sing. I finally wrote my memories into poetic lines
Guyinggou, I've been to countless wine shops
What is the measurement of the Longquan Cave collection
Funshanlou, there's a scent that floats down the Yangtze River
All the way to the east, as the ships hit the waves
I remembered all the ways you looked like me
When I was leaving, I looked toward you for the last time.
You looked away from me
You had a naive sadness
Time came and went and you stayed where you were
Standing quietly until your temples turned gray
Dear Old Wine Street, how are you doing
I saw your face in a distant dream
When the stars were all lit up, I closed my eyes and searched for the scent of wine
I walked along the memories of the old days
Dear Old Wine Street. I'm so happy to see you on the old wine street
The wind and frost have soaked up the years and climbed over your face
When the night winds begin to sing, I'll go over the mountains to a faraway place
I'll finally write my memories in a sad poem
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