Words: Stop yesterday, Double Jing.
Song: v, Vae
Arranged by Vae
Singing: V, Double Jing, Vae
Vae:
Ancient bells surround the Ilfis Theatre.
Coniferous forest coldly stared at the silent harbor.
Sleeping people are about to usher in a new sunrise.
I was sent to the execution ground of despair in the morning fog.
Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye.
I can't realize the beautiful dream I promised.
Thinking about thinking about the bottom of my heart is still a little sad.
The rustling of dead leaves under my feet tells me what I'm talking about.
Double Jing:
A solo waltz with a waltz melody.
Is there only loneliness left in the future? Tell me how to continue.
Our past was swallowed up by today's hazy dawn.
There was heavy blood and rain beside the gallows.
Watching the soul hold up the stubborn body and keep spinning.
In a world without you
Lake Baikal is a lonely crying night.
The lone star slashed the sky with a knife.
Everything is suffocating.
Verb (abbreviation for verb):
Rain is dancing.
Blade flight
Lonely footsteps
Can't bear to look back
Rain is dancing.
Blade flight
Life is more cruel.
I won't give up.
Vae&V:
I don't want to give up either.
But the reality is cruel.
There are many gray intersections behind our shadow.
The smile on the corners of the mouth can't hide the humbleness of life.
The philosophy of existence tells me that the more hypocritical the world is, the better it will be.
Guitarist wandering the streets
I want to play a piece of music. Its name is decadence.
There are some footsteps in front of the theater.
Waiting for the next pantomime of life to be staged and dying.
Not everyone can come back in vain.
Not everyone can be invincible in the storm.
Don't think about whether there is reincarnation at the end of life.
Dare not look at the weeping roses in the corner.
Some people don't know what it feels like to have it until they lose it.
I clearly heard one confession after another in the church.
The withering smell of roses under black and white lens
There is a lonely sky hanging upside down and falling rapidly.
Dance, rain, dance.
Lonely footsteps
Can't bear to look back
Rain is dancing.
Blade flight
Life is more cruel.
I won't give up.
LAM Raymond Juxiang
Song: Vae
Arranged by Al-Z
Word: Stop yesterday.
Singing/Harmony/Production: Vae
Autumn is crisp, and the dust is already autumn frost.
The sound of stepping on fallen leaves rustled gently.
Outside the city, the horses and chariots are deserted and the setting sun is warm.
Under the maple tree, I smelled a trace of chrysanthemum.
Flames are dancing, bows and arrows are flying everywhere.
The girl's light skirt dances with colorful maple leaves flying all over the sky.
That fallen grass tree over there indicates that my life is getting better and better.
I look forward to the end of my hometown.
I didn't cry, just didn't go to the sad place.
Is it so cruel to give up?
Melancholy, melancholy, father's parting warning, dare not forget.
If you can't uphold justice, you will die in the loess battlefield.
A trace of sadness when the girl said goodbye.
Will the war be the shape of a maple leaf?
Melancholy, melancholy, father's parting warning, dare not forget.
If you can't uphold justice, you will die in the loess battlefield.
A trace of sadness when the girl said goodbye.
Will the war be the shape of a maple leaf?
The maple leaf stopped suddenly, and I knelt down with a sword.
Weak blood flow, lonely eyes.
The memory left in an instant, the maple leaf quietly landed.
Father said goodbye to the girl and cried.
A faint corner of the sunset is covered with red land?
The chrysanthemum fragrance in the air was given to the tomb and back to the hometown.
On the maple tree in the west, I fell on the ground and looked west.
The sunset set over there, as if my heart was broken.
The tree engraved with our names is waiting quietly.
The next soaking of tears
Melancholy, melancholy, father's parting warning, dare not forget.
If you can't uphold justice, you will die in the loess battlefield.
A trace of sadness when the girl said goodbye.
Will the war be the shape of a maple leaf?
Flames are dancing, bows and arrows are flying everywhere.
The girl's light skirt dances with colorful maple leaves flying all over the sky.
Autumn is crisp, and the dust is already autumn frost.
The sound of stepping on fallen leaves rustled gently.
Outside the city, the horses and chariots are deserted and the setting sun is warm.
Under the maple tree, I smelled a trace of chrysanthemum.
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Melancholy, melancholy, father's parting warning, dare not forget.
If you can't uphold justice, you will die in the loess battlefield.
A trace of sadness when the girl said goodbye.
Will the war be the shape of a maple leaf?
Totem wound
Word: Stop yesterday.
Music/Singing/Harmony/Production: Vae
The bonfire took me to a direction called ancient times.
The wilderness is dark and I can't tell what my hometown is.
Forging life and faith with stone tools under the hazy sky
It seems like a lifetime ago, as if someone is whispering retro sadness.
Slash-and-burn puts the hope of totem in heaven every day.
But I haven't heard the wet voice in my ear for a long time.
Month after month, calluses grow in my memory.
The hope of totem has not been realized yet.
Year after year, the sun and the moon almost lost time.
Turn into dust, waiting to bid farewell to the distance.
Eternal totem destroyed the fairyland forged with stone tools in that era.
The language that you can't understand under the oak tree is hidden in the wind and never changes.
The lost world shines in history.
The place where the dusty Stone Age disappeared in the clouds is called heaven.
The bonfire took me to a direction called ancient times.
It's too dark to tell what hometown is.
Forging life and faith with stone tools under the hazy sky
It seems like a lifetime ago, as if someone is whispering retro sadness.
Slash-and-burn puts the hope of totem in heaven every day.
But I haven't heard the wet voice in my ear for a long time.
The dry soil complained about the flowers passing by.
The dead branches shook their bodies and looked at the sunset in the distance.
Month after month, calluses grow in my memory.
The hope of totem has not been realized yet.
Year after year, the sun and the moon almost lost time.
Turn into dust and wait for farewell.
Eternal totem destroyed the fairyland forged with stone tools in that era.
The language that you can't understand under the oak tree is hidden in the wind and never changes.
The lost world shines in history.
The place where the dusty Stone Age disappeared in the clouds is called heaven.
The sorrow of eternal totem.
Roadside pavilion
Word: Stop yesterday.
Arranged by SLO
Music/Singing/Harmony/Production: Vae
Never regard sadness as a line.
On rainy days, there are fallen leaves floating in the pavilion.
Pick two sides with your heart.
When I was eighteen, the rain beat on my haunted terrace.
In memory of my first love, mosaics, lingering thoughts and unfulfilled wishes, it is obvious.
The immature face looks distant but in front of us.
Make up lessons on Sunday, on a cloudy day, on the day of the pavilion, the day you left.
Find a word to describe the love flame that goes out unconsciously on a sunny day.
I waited endlessly by the pond under the pavilion, and our love lost its outlet.
You didn't tell me anything. You turned around and left without me.
By the pond under the pavilion, you once sang that you will always be with me.
The broken heart of the arch bridge is also chaotic, and time is constantly circulating, but I can't wait for your simple wave.
Make up lessons on Sunday, on a cloudy day, on the day of the pavilion, the day you left.
Find a word to describe the love flame that goes out unconsciously on a sunny day.
I waited endlessly by the pond under the pavilion, and our love lost its outlet.
You didn't tell me anything. You turned around and left without me.
By the pond under the pavilion, you once sang that you will always be with me.
The broken heart of the arch bridge is also chaotic, and time is constantly circulating, but I can't wait for your simple wave.
By the pond under my pavilion, you once sang that you would always be with me.
The broken heart of the arch bridge is also chaotic, and time is constantly circulating, but I can't wait for your simple wave.
It's better to go than to get hurt. Let's go left and right.
Our 18-year-old gazebo met romantically after the rain.
Breaking up peacefully is not about wanting to be friends, but about wanting to stay at this moment.
Hokkaido flower season.
Word: Stop yesterday.
Song: Vae
Singing/Harmony/Production: Vae
When you start to smell the summer.
I really want to relive that smile.
A mottled feldspar slab bridge in the distance
Grow old with a lonely heart
The mountains are covered with blue lavender.
The backpack you lost when you were seven years old.
In the season when flowers wither, sadness hides behind.
Quietly experience the tenderness on tatami.
The withered sunflower is still waiting.
Maybe silently waiting for me to say stay.
The numbness of the flower season is gradually spreading.
Muttering has long exceeded desire.
In July, the flowers in Hokkaido are getting thinner and thinner.
I turned left and you turned right.
When you start to smell the summer.
I really want to relive that smile.
A mottled feldspar slab bridge in the distance
Grow old with a lonely heart
The mountains are covered with blue lavender.
The backpack you lost when you were seven years old.
In the season when flowers wither, sadness hides behind.
Quietly experience the tenderness on tatami.
The withered sunflower is still waiting.
Maybe silently waiting for me to say stay.
The numbness of the flower season is gradually spreading.
Muttering has long exceeded desire.
In July, the flowers in Hokkaido are getting thinner and thinner.
I turned left and you turned right.
````
In the season when flowers wither, sadness hides behind.
Quietly experience the tenderness on tatami.
The withered sunflower is still waiting.
Maybe silently waiting for me to say stay.
The numbness of the flower season is gradually spreading.
Muttering has long exceeded desire.
In July, the flowers in Hokkaido are getting thinner and thinner.
I turned left and you turned right.
The sound of injury
Word: Stop yesterday.
Echo:
Is it too silent?
Wandering around all night
The invisible reality has closed my eyes.
I can't stop thinking about how time should pass.
Because of this feeling of resistance, there will always be too much loss.
Nobody told me who would smile for me.
I opened my hands with hope, and finally I was disappointed.
The collision between belief and reality made me black and blue.
The disguise behind the feelings knows not to mention it again.
Or give up silently and continue like this?
Never mention who will be sad again.
There's a reason to wave.
After that, you turned around and left.
The songs in your mobile phone can't touch your heart.
Thinking too much, I didn't leave a tear/
I can only keep hiding my feelings.
I put on my headphones, turned up the volume and listened to sad songs.
Close:
Do you know that I prayed silently again?
One day you will come back to my arms.
Can't you hear the sad song?
Always haunting my ears.
Echo:
I said I couldn't understand the smile you gave me.
Let me always look forward to your arms.
Maybe we'll never do it together on a pirate ship again.
Maybe I'll never hear you yelling in the horror room again.
It was really amazing at that time.
I don't want to forget her because of time.
I'm not what you think.
On the last day, I looked at you and you smiled at me.
DEPP thinks, can you understand what I'm thinking?
Imagine all hypothetical possibilities to prevent re-injury.
But how can we understand it after a short time?
Everything I've done with my heart during this time.
Chase to the end of the earth to find the answer.
I wait for that day every day.
But time passes too slowly, and age will never change.
All I have left is broken memories.
Close:
Do you know that I prayed silently again?
One day you will come back to my arms.
Can't you hear the sad song?
Always haunting my ears.
VAE:
I don't know how to say, how to listen and how to say.
Only in this way can we not forget the past.
If it's hurt, I can feel the need.
Listen to this song, what will be in your heart at this moment?
Say you know you can't feel it in your heart
Although the heart is sad, the surface is as melancholy as ever.
Sad songs can't say anything gorgeous.
Listen to this song, what will be in your heart at this moment?
Close:
Do you know that I prayed silently again?
One day you will come back to my arms.
Can't you hear the sad song?
Always haunting my ears.
Do you know that I prayed silently again?
One day you will come back to my arms.
Can't you hear the sad song?
Always haunting my ears.
Ching Dynasty
Word: Stop yesterday.
Song: Vae
Accompanying labor: smelly
Sing: Vae
A lone star accompanied the farewell midnight.
Fallen leaves sow the season of destruction.
Love is like a butterfly with broken wings.
Never fly to the dark tomorrow.
The sunrise that day is our color.
A little warm and full of heat.
But that rainbow is incomprehensible.
Our blue barrier
The moment you left.
The moment of disappearance
A mixture of yellow and green.
It is the bitterness of green apples.
The moment I left
That cruel freezing
Like a dusty glacier.
Yu Wei ailian
three pools mirroring the moon
Word: Stop yesterday.
Qu: Wai, Abu
Sing: Vae Abu
Production: Vae
On the day of the full moon, three pools print the moon.
I stared at the sky and the picture came out.
Don't envy Yuanyang, don't envy immortals.
I hope you and I can meet again under the moon today.
A handkerchief inlaid with mandarin ducks.
Wipe away the illusion of tears
Under the pavilions, it is older than ancient times.
Like a bottomless spring
The mottling on the wall is spreading.
A dripping roof covered with dense clouds
Draw an arc of waiting for you every day.
When I tasted that kind of bitterness, it was called parting.
On the second floor of the shop, the setting sun slanted on the worn curtains.
The plum blossom monument reflects the gentle glow of the morning sky.
I fell in love with each other by the West Lake.
Xiao Yingzhou lamented loneliness year after year in the spring.