1. Song for you
Composed by Hetu
Lyrics by Finale
Sung by Hetu
The lightning that pierces the sky on the other side of the mountain
Weaves in and out of the clouds and then disappears
The shooting star trailing flames at the end of the sky
Carrying away the thousands of words that we'd promised to speak
When we were young, we thought the world was a roof
Then everyone wanted to see the horizon
Planting our wishes before we go
We promised not to change how far we go
Looking back at the roofs of the houses, the smoke goes out
Not to leave until the Big Dipper comes out
A twisting and turning route, a thorny start
After we say goodbye. Whither we each go
How many gentle stars can I see when I look up
How many silent sights in the darkness
Remember not to forget the psalms that you read and weep
The courtyards that I once dreamed of where the sunlight warms
The first song I wrote and sang a thousand times
The gardens that you pass by blossom for a moment
Beneath the cloudy sky. The kite is stranded
The butterfly needs to lift its wings a few times as it flies over the hills
Forgotten voices slowly emerge
The breeze blows through the green and yellow grass and the end of the grass flies all over the sky
The courtyard of my dreams is still like a picture
The rain of the first few years drips through the mountain tops
Meeting with myself Tossing and turning over the yesterdays
Crossroads, confused about the past
The curtains, the curtains, the curtains.
The curtain it slowly opens and the applause continues
How many people are waiting for the show to begin
Promises are fulfilled and thousands of people cheer
Suddenly, yesterday becomes a photo
The lights on the promised stage are too bright
What crosses my cheeks and blurs my vision
Meeting with myself, yesterday, tumbling over and over
The meeting with myself, tumbling over and over and over
The meeting with myself, yesterday, tumbling over and over
At the crossroads, at a loss, at the past
Imagining the face of Maggie Amie
It's hard to let go
Expectations are shallow
Legendary love has always been beautifully distant
The story is over, and no one has a word to say about it
I looked up to see a different blue sky
She was sitting beside the Potala Palace
It was a long time in coming
The languid
How many times have I walked down the street
The windy horses I have watched for many days
The person next to me has a faint smile and sighs of weariness
The sunshine and the rain suddenly appeared under the drifting snow
What have I learned between the seasons
Can't I let go of my life? My expectations are very shallow
Legendary love has always been beautifully remote
The story ends and no one has any words
Looking up, I saw something different.
She sat by the side of the Potala Palace
and thought about it for half a day
Snow on a sunny day, moon on a rainy night
The tracks in the mist began to become visible
From then on, the mood was no longer shallow
Saying goodbye to all those sad words
Flowering in the past will bloom on the roadside of this life
Plus, I'm sure that you can find a way to make a difference in the future.
When I wake up, I forget about the snow and wind at night
It's just that I have more feelings in my dreams
There will always be a day when they are all gone
Even if they used to be so close to each other
3.Phoenix Robbery
Words/Compositions/Arranging/Singing:Hetu
Is there any time left to look back
There is no time left to look back at me
There is no time left to look back at me
There are only a few days left for this. Look at me again
I can't tell the difference between the sky
It's the red cloud or the flame you're burning
Which life is the end
It's the realization but I can't say goodbye
Is there any time left for the burning out of the years
Feathered into thoughts
Is it a dusty destiny or a nightmare
It's the ashes of a robbery or the smoke of the cooking fire that you burned
There are no more thoughts left to be extinguished.
Which thought will not be extinguished
Is it Nirvana or eternal longing
The starlight in the western sky is the end of your reincarnation
How much time has passed since the hourglass of silence to eternity
You gazed at my face in the next life by the river of the Three Paths
I planted a Mantuanla to let the memories of the past life sink in
How many partings will it take to ignite the flame of the sycamore tree branches
It is the only thing that can light up the flame of the Sycamore branch.
How many five hundred years have I traveled on earth
Who can remember the past when the Mantua flowers bloom
Who has fulfilled whose destiny and who has become whose obsession
Has there been any remaining burnt out years
Feathered into thoughts
Is it the fate of the earth or the nightmare
Is it the ashes of the destructive fire or the smoke of the smoke of your rise
What thought can not be extinguished
What thought can not be extinguished?
It is Nirvana or an eternity of longing
It is the end of your reincarnation in the stars of the Western sky
How much time has passed since the hourglass of silence to eternity
You gaze at my face in my next life by the river of the Three Paths
I have planted Mantras to keep the memories of the past life deep
How many partings will it take to ignite the flame of the sycamore tree branches
It is the only thing that will make the flame of the sycamore tree burn bright
It is the only thing that can make the flame of the sycamore tree burn bright
How many five hundred years have I traveled on earth
Who can remember the past when the Mantua flowers bloom
Who has answered whose calamity and who has become whose obsession
4.
She was a childhood friend of hers, and she was a child of two.
She studied her ink under the lamp
The hairpin and cloth skirt and a pair of eyes
Seeing him study hard for ten years, he vowed to go to the Golden Palace
Sending his wife to the ferry
She said she would wait for you all her life
He said he would wait for me to be awarded a prize in the gold medal examination
He would not let you down
He said he would not let you down
He would not let you down
He said he would not let you down.
She waited until
She was thinner than the yellow flowers
She lit the lamp at night
The river was wide and the clouds were low and she looked at it several times
The clouds were broken and the west winds were blowing away her thoughts
We waited for him to study the ink by lamplight
We were the top students in the world
When he returned home, we waited for him to come back to our country and to be with us. The lonely sails went on their way
taking all her years away
The willows on the embankment
couldn't hold back the river's flow
Watching the spring flowers blossom and fall
Autumn winds blew the summer moon away
Winter snows were a year away
She waited until the snow filled her brow
Listening to the wakening trees close
When she was in the middle of the river, she was in the middle of the river, and she was in the middle of the river.
She's still waiting in the story
The storyteller closes his fan and tells the story from the beginning
Who lowers his eyes
The tears wet his sleeves
She walks past the willows on the embankment
The little ferry at sunset
The scenery is still as gentle as it was in the old days
But the water is
Not coming back
The river has gone.