Flowering words, laughing in the spring breeze, counting the legends
Childhood promises and the scent of flowers are scattered in the old streets of the gongs and drums
The costumes of those days are yellowed and replaced by the present day
Walking through the old alleys, weighed down by a heavy weight of glory
Fearing that my heart may stray from me and that my love is long, I have always said that I will laugh at my own mistakes
I have been on high mountains, leaning against the wall, crossing the mountains, and crossing the mountains, and crossing the river.
The wind is swinging, and I dare to compete with the strange peaks
There are many dangers, and I only go by myself, and there is an abyss and a mystery
Who will ask where the flowers bloom
Tomb Raider Notes: Xie Yuchen, original song: Himejin - Koharu Nichijimasu, lyrics:
Qingshui Quxiang, on the stage,
Trying out a new song, I sing a new song, and I make up a dress with water sleeves,
Red face, beads and green, and empty clothes.
Rouge face beads and emeralds are empty,
Disguise the flow of the years,
The high building collapsed in the play,
The red face is buried in yellow soil outside the play,
No one sacrifices the desolate song has not yet been centralized,
Disbanded the fate of the tumble,
It is the Maundy Wave of the world,
Do the earth is usually on the top of the mountain,
To gaze at the divine,
When I was in the middle of the night, I saw a man in the middle of the night,
There were no more than two people in the world.
Gazing at the sacred vision and clothes to sleep in the moonlight,
Night is still terrified of old friends meet and raise a goblet,
Drink a cup of the past to raise the corners of the mouth to fold the old time even if no one to solve the flower,
Flower from the fragrance of the nine grudges,
Riddle of the ancient tomb in the hide wish to be the absolute dust and the way,
Refused to hesitate to laugh at me in the world of wanton madness,
Why not be not a guest of the dust?
Why not witness the absurd OS: a lifetime of Shaoguang, February begonias three generations in a hurry, the four seas to forget the five senses and six knowledge, seven strings difficult to bury eight deserts all over the search, nine doors of the truth of the red dust a thousand feet, how to? Heaven and earth is vast, against the wind in the past much hurt laugh a world flavor cold and warm, and do not think about the hearts of the true and false, cold eyes look at each other to solve the fragrance, since the Zhang Yang