Lyrics: Tian Zhuo
Winter bugs are in the holes of the trees
Warm leaves are their blankets
Beautiful stars are hanging in the sky
There are countless blinking diamonds hidden in the sky
You said that you wanted to go to a faraway place
The sky is as bright as your eyes
.Take the bubbling oxygen with you
With you, you're looking for that little dream
You cry, you laugh, you're in my arms
Sleeping quietly, with a smile on your lips
Baby, baby, baby, a kiss will do
Every time I kiss you, I get a sweet taste
You cry, you laugh, you're in my arms
Cold and cold. In the winter, we're each other's support
Baby, baby, baby, kisses are good
You said we'd be together till we're old
You said you'd go far away
The sky's as bright as your eyes
Take your bubbling oxygen with you
With you you're looking for your little dream
You're crying, you're laughing, you're in my arms
You're crying, you're laughing, you're in my arms
You're crying, you're smiling. In my arms
Sleeping quietly with a smile on your lips
Baby, baby, baby, just a kiss
Every time I kiss you, it tastes sweet
You cried, you laughed, you're in my arms
We're here for each other on a cold winter's day
Baby, baby, just a kiss
You said we'd be together
All through the ages
All together. p>All the way to old age
[ar:Hetu]
[ti:Ruhua]
[00:10.50]Ruhua
[00:16.80]Lyrics: Finale
[00:22.07]Composer/Arranger/Singer: Hetu
[00:29.55]He puts the The light of the lamp
[00:30.80]The four books and five classics read a few times
[00:32.17]She is a childhood friend of the two small and innocent to keep aside
[00:36.43]She is under the lamp to the ink research
[00:37.93]Thorny hairpin and cloth skirt with a pair of eyes
[00:39.22]To see him studying hard for ten years
[00:43.01]Sending a good man to the ferry
[00:45.81]She said she would wait for you all her life
[00:49.33]He said that when I was successful in the exams
[00:51.58]I would not let you down
[00:56.50]Eighteen years of waiting, she stood on the little
[01:05.50]Eighteen years of tenderness, he sleeps in the bright moon building
[01:14.33]The sail to go leisurely
[01:16.02]Take her sadness and happiness are all taken away
[01:17.83]A thousand strands of willow on the embankment
[01:21.13]Can not hold the river running
[01:28.32]Seeing spring flowers bloom and fall
[01:30.10]Autumn winds blowing the summer moon away
[01:31.79]Winter snow flurry another year
[01:35.16]She waited until the people are more than the yellow flowers are thin
[02:06.77]
[02:07.77]she In the night to light the lamp
[02:09.32]The river is broad and the clouds look down a few times
[02:10.82]A few broken geese in the clouds and the west wind blowing away a lot of thoughts
[02:14.89]I want to think of him under the lamp to put the ink to study
[02:16.15]A word is a thousand words is the top student
[02:17.35]Wait for him. I've been waiting for him for a year and a year again
[02:21.59]who crossed the ferry
[02:24.29]I turned back to get a drink
[02:27.79]I whispered to her who's the girl
[02:30.16]Who's the one who kept her like a flower
[02:34.92]For eighteen years, she stood at the ferry. Waiting for her to stand on the small ferry
[02:43.87]Eighteen years of tenderness, he sleeps in the bright moon building
[02:52.74]The lonely sails to go to a long time
[02:53.92]Take all of her years away
[02:56.28]A thousand strands of willow on the embankment
[02:59.51]Can not be retained. The river is running
[03:06.74]See the spring flowers bloom and fall
[03:08.38]Autumn wind blowing that summer moon away
[03:10.42]Winter snow flurry another year
[03:13.53]She waited until the snow diffuse the brow
[03:20.91]Listening to wake up the wood with a sound closing
[03:20.91]The river is running, and the river is running, the river is running, and the river is running. p>[03:22.79]She is still waiting in the story
[03:24.48]The storyteller closed his fan and told the story from the beginning
[03:27.67]Who lowered his eyes and wet his sleeves with tears
[03:34.80]She walked through the willow on the embankment
[03:36.52]The small ferry in the western part of the sun
[03::38.26]The scenery is still the same. 38.26]The scenery is still as gentle as it was in the old days
[03:41.54]But the river never returns
Ashes
Composer: Finale
Composer/Arranger/Singer: Hetu
Dubbed: Xiaomiao Deep Blue
Mixed by Si Cha
Support Mo Ming Chess Wonderful Support the power of originality
Ouyang Feng, the founder of the Ouyang Feng Group, is a member of the Ouyang Feng Group. p>
Ouyang Feng: Every time it rains, I think of someone,
who used to like me a lot. I don't know if it's a coincidence or something else,
Every time I have to leave her to travel far away, it rains,
She said it's because she was unhappy. Then she married my brother,
and on the day of her wedding, I left White Camel Mountain.
The peach blossoms opened in that month of that year, and the woman's red dress and black hair
She smiled and drunken fireworks, the most beautiful thing is the residual haze in the sky
The two horses rode in pursuit of the wind, and the horses were riding alongside each other at that time, but I only wished to join hands in the end of the world
Time is like sand, and this oath of allegiance is only a momentary flash of light
The first time I saw them, they were strangers, no one, they were witnesses, the newcomers were all red, and the red dresses were red, and the red candles were all red,
It was right in front of me, or the end of the day
Ouyang Feng: There is a sentence, after tonight I will never say it again.
Will you come with me or not!
Who watched it Spring comes flowers still hair
Sister-in-law: not with! You remember, from today onwards
Falling dust and sand Turning away
I am your sister-in-law, and in the future there will be only one person who can take my hand,
that is, your brother, and the others are not qualified!
One life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life, one life. Who says those pasts have been laughed into oblivion
Who looks westward when the yellow sand fills the sky
Keeping watch over one's old age
Ouyang Feng: Soon after the first day of spring, it's time for the hibernation.
A friend would come to see me at this time every year,
but he didn't come this year. It wasn't long before
I received a letter from White Camel Mountain, where my sister-in-law had died two years ago in the fall
of a serious illness.
Ouyang Feng: That night I suddenly wanted to drink,
and I drank half of the "drunkenness" as if it were normal,
I went on with my business.
Ouyang Feng: The next few nights, I had the same dream,
I dreamed that the peach blossoms in my hometown were in bloom. I suddenly remembered,
that I hadn't been back to White Camel Mountain for many years.
Looking at the desert at sunset, how many old trees and crows are there
Breaking the soul of the wind like snow to the twilight of the ten sides of the brutal killings
Counting all the hearts and minds of the people is difficult to count the will of God, burned all the sins of the karma of the fire
No ties or hangings is the dashing or can not be answered
Having been robbed of all the ashes of the bright moon in the sky of the red face of the yellow earth, but also the first
Phantom dream of a vague look
This half-life of the cocoon is the most important part of the world's history, but it is not the most important thing.
This half of my life has been a cocoon, but only a love that is shorter than the morning dew
It's hard to wake up even if it's nothing in the end
Is it a drunken dream, is it a nostalgia for her, or is it a return to dust
How many withered twigs have there been underneath the yellow sand
Passing through the time, passing through the wind and the sand
If you can't understand and don't want to understand and won't understand, don't forget it
The faraway eyes of a hometown river
If the wind sounds and the wind flies, the eyes are still there.
The sound of the wind splashing blood
Who set out on the first thousand robberies
Who fell in love with the flower reflected in the water
Who's voice flowed clear through the sands of the wind
Is it a drunken dream or is it nostalgia for her who is finally returning to dust
How many withered twigs are there under the yellow sands
On the way through time, through the winds of the sands
If you can't understand, you won't forget it. If you don't want to understand it, you won't understand it, so don't forget it)
The head with the face of a living being
Buried under the blue waves of the sea
How do you find it? Do you still remember it
Retaining the most beautiful moment of the years
Welcoming the sandy winds and sandy skies
Ouyang Feng: When there is no matter, I will look at the White Camel Mountain,
I clearly remember that there was once a woman waiting for her there. remember that there was once a woman waiting for me over there.
In fact,
"Drunkenness is just a joke she played on me.
The more you wonder if you've forgotten,
the more you remember. I once heard someone say,
When you can't have it anymore, the only thing you can do
is to make yourself not forget.
Spring has gone and the flowers don't speak
Spring has come and the flowers still have hair
I don't believe that the flowers have faith
Red shadows fill the wind and sand
END
Chang'an Li Bai
A white shirt and a golden saddle, that year, you went to Chang'an with a sword
Water-ink horseback riding reflects the green hills, and then reflected the Tang Dynasty for a thousand years
The hand of a man who pinched a breeze and flicked a sword, flew over the peach blossom garden
The hand of the man who pinched the wind, flicked the sword, and flicked the sword.
And I'm a little bit of an idiot.
We will ride on the clouds and bathe in the colorful sunshine and never forget our years
When we have accomplished our mission, we will leave our clothes and go to all corners of the world
Who will be the one who will be able to use a long sword to fight for all the people in the world
Paper fans and ink artists who look back at each other will be able to write a poem about Tang that has been passed down over a thousand years
Who will be able to write about half of Tang's history with only one hand
Watch the clouds as they flow, and let the time sing this song of the clear chords
When we are in the world, we will be the only ones who will be able to sing this song.
With a white shirt and a golden saddle, you left Chang'an in anger that year
When you went to Luoyang to enjoy the peonies, you had a confidant who did not stop drinking a thousand cups
When you were young, you did not wait for your time to come, and you sighed that the chivalrous spirit in your bones was a story of its own
How can I be so angry when I have to deal with the slanderous words of the powerful and the noble?
I used to be drunk on the flowers and willows at Chang'an, where five lords and seven dignitaries shared the same wine cups
When I had a good wind, my spirit was far more powerful than the greats, and the wind was willing to be left behind by the others.
The gold and white jewels buy the song and laugh, and the drunkenness makes the king and his vassals light
The immortal is waiting to ride on the yellow crane, and the seafarer is not interested in following the white gulls
Qu Ping's words are hanging over the sun and the moon, and Chu King's pavilions are empty of hills
When he is in a mood to write his poems, he will laugh and boast of his victory over the Cangzhou region
If his fame and wealth are here for a long time, the water of the Han River will flow to the north-west
The wine is placed in the middle of the room, and we will drink with them to dispel all the sorrows of the past
Beautifully:
And I'm not a man of the world, but I am a man of the world, and I'm a man of the world, and I'm not a man of the world.
Who can write half of the Tang Dynasty with just one hand
Looking at the flowing clouds, we can't finish this clear string
The rolling Yangtze River has exhausted thousands of poems of the Tang Dynasty
How many paintings have been transformed into scrolls to celebrate you in the ancient times
The dark blue sky has reflected you in front of the free flower drinking
We can't finish this clear string in the history of the world
Burials
.Lyrics/Composition: Tian Zhuo
Sung by: Hetu
Darkness on a night like this
Love and dreams falling from your wrists
Red cold hope
Falling into the air and flowing slowly
Your love is my grave
Scarlet exotic flowers blooming in the graveyard
Blooming with your Despair
My love is scratched by the petals
I take up the black earth and bury myself
Guarding the last blooming patch of flowers
The vines of the flowers grow entangled in the headstones
Burying your despair covered
Bloody Sorrow
I take up the black earth and bury myself
To guard the last place where flowers bloom
The vines of flowers grow around the tombstones
Burying your despair covers
Scarlet Sorrow
The vines of flowers grow around the tombstones
Burying your despair covers
Scarlet Sorrow
Dragon Siren
Millenniums of dusty and obliterated The scroll
Time cannot open the end of the dream
Dreaming of Purple Lightning in the Nine Heavens
Lies torn from me in an instant
I am on the top of a cloudy mountain
Guarding the oath of mankind
The wind lets loose a long laugh at my feet
Oaths of belief of the fools
Starting to metamorphose on the clouds
Opening demonic eyes from a dream
Breaking through the nine heavenly tribulations of annihilation
I will stand in the highest heaven
The Song of the Dynasty
Lyrics: Qu Mengnian
Music: Tian Zhuo
Production: Burial Studios
Sung by Hetu
◎Mo Ming Chess Wonderful Original Music Team
History haunts the
Where evil things have trampled
Who is piling up the soil left over from ancient times
Burying the bodies of heroes on the battlefield
Listening to the singers in the pavilions, the girls have already sung
Who is adhering to whose beliefs
Watch the neon dresses wave their tattered wings
Who is it that wishes to discover the treasures under the starry building
They are the ones who have been born in the past, and who are the ones who will be the ones who will be the ones who will be the ones to die.
The halls that have been burned by the war
Carve the image of the God of Heaven
He sings stubbornly while holding back his tears
The withered dandelions bear the imprint of his sorrow
Who holds on to whose beliefs
Watch the Neishang waving her tattered wings
Whose wish is it to discover the treasures under the starry sky
Who is it that holds on to whose beliefs
Who holds on to whose wishes
Who holds on to whose beliefs
Who holds on to whose beliefs? p>Who's holding on to whose beliefs
Look at Nishang waving her tattered wings
The treasure under the starry sky, whose wish will it be
== END ==
[ti:Going Home]
[ar:Hetu]
[by:lucifilin]
[00:02.92]Listen to this. Who is calling you
[00:08.55]Mother is still waiting for you in a faraway place
[00:14.98]Find the memories of your childhood
[00:21.17]Come home and look at the place where your heart loves you
[00:29.17]You said you were going to a faraway place
[00:35.27] Is there still a memory of home in your eyes
[00:40.84]In another city
[00:46.59]Do you feel your mother's bitterness
[00:54.31]Home is like a familiar memory
[01:00.30]You probably don't care
[01:06.17]but in the far away, in my hometown
[01:11.93]there is a man who is alone, silently thinking of you
[01:17.80]Listen to who is calling you
[01:23.83]Mother is still waiting for you in the faraway land
[01:29.89]Come on, hold your breath
[01:36.08]Listen to the wind, it's the sound of mother calling you. Mother's voice calling you
[01:41.96]Listen to me, who is calling you
[01:47.71]Mother is still waiting for you in a faraway land
[01:54.15]Find the memories of your childhood
[02:00.27]Come back to your home and look at the place where you are loved in your heart
[02: 06.84]
[02:56.06]Home is like a familiar memory
[03:02.24]You may not care
[03:08.19]but in the faraway land of your hometown
[03:14.25]there's a man who guards the place all alone, silently thinking of you
[03:20.25]Listen to who is calling for you. Calling you
[03:26.63]Mother is still waiting for you
[03:32.94]Come on, hold your breath
[03:39.44]Listen to the wind, it's the sound of your mother's voice calling you
[03:45.46]Listen to the wind, it's the sound of your mother calling you
[03:51.70]Mother is still waiting for you in a faraway place. Waiting for you from afar
[03:58.01]Finding your childhood memories
[04:04.64]Returning home to see the place where your heart loves you
[04:10.64]Returning home to see the place where your heart loves you
[04:18.89]End
[00:00.00]Dolls
[03:45.46]Who is calling you
[03:51.70]Mother is still waiting for you
[03:51.70]in the distance.
[00:03.50]Lyrics/Composition: Hetu
[00:05.50]
[00:16.30]I'm a dream you don't want
[00:24.33]You don't paint me in a beautiful make-up
[00:31.79]Without you
[00:34.27] Without your handkerchief caring if my face was dirty or not
[00:47.92]You held your doll
[00:55.89]As you once held me
[01:03.93]Where you left me
[01:10.68]I looked softly with a dead cat
[01:. 20.32]
[01:20.67]A mouse asked me if I wanted to
[01:28.46]Go somewhere with him
[01:36.57]Santa Claus made a paradise for abandoned dolls
[01:44.24]
[01:52.19]Dead princesses
[01:55.03]Bitten lollipop
[01:58.56]The blood of the doll with the broken hand flows into the pond of the swan with the broken neck
[02:07.93]Every day is a festival of revelry
[02:14.56]Every day is a sadness of abandonment
[02:23.26]
[02:23.93]A brown bear stuck a branch into a tin soldier's chest
[02:31.17]Those happy trees began to grow vociferously
[02:39.32]
[03:27.53]
[03:28.34]A brown bear stuck a branch into a tin soldier's chest
[03:35.16]Those happy trees began to grow vociferously
[03:43.00]
[03:43.95]Dead princesses
[03:47.17]Bitten lollipops
[03:50.45]The blood of a doll with a broken hand flowed into a pond of swans with broken necks
[ 04:00.16]Every day is a holiday of revelry
[04:06.63]Every day there is the sadness of abandonment
[04:14.83]
[04:16.11]I can't stay in your embrace any longer
[04:22.56]I can't smell the faint fragrance of your hair
[04. 32.06]I'm going to that place where I belong
[04:38.55]I'm going to show you where I'm going
[04:47.05]
[04:48.10]I'm going to be there at midnight with a knife made out of despair
[04:55.14]from beside your doll
[04. 59.02]Take your eyes with me
[05:08.17]
Returning Shadows (Twin Shikawa Records)
Lyrics: Flame 31
Composer/Arranger: Hetu
Originally sung by: Hetu
A piece of black film brings back the memory of how many years ago
Conquests, hissing, wailing
Framing adjustments. The view
The camera's jingo has no chance to meet history
A few chapters tell the story of the past
Jinsei's strings have carved out two periods of love
You look back and see the three lifetimes that flowed out of the Qinhuai River
Once you're ready to play, you'll be able to direct your life a few times
Once there was a war, a war that raged a thousand years ago
A thousand years of dreaming, who would break the dream of who would break the dream
When you play back, you can understand how it all happened, and how it was like in the past, and you can understand it by using a black film to play back.
Replaying the grudges, you can understand the faces
Recreating a dream of the family and the country
The camera slides across the sky, so lonely and lonely
A few lifetimes and a dome
Replacing that year's bloodshed, the battle of the thorns, the bravery
Swinging the sword against the wind, in a trance, how many years ago
Heroes spoke in blood
Sparkling stars, a little bit more
It seems as if it was a green forest. The last scroll of that duel
The last few chapters tell the story of the wind and smoke
The strings of the jinsei carved out two periods of love
You looked back and saw the three lifetimes flowing by the Qinhuai River
One sound of preparation for the start of the show and how many times can we be guided by life
Handheld steadily in my hands, a thousand years have passed since then
A thousand years of dreaming have been broken, but can you understand it
I wonder who will be there in a thousand years
.Remodeling this time when the moon is thick
History leaps out of the book and screams heavily
Restore the dream of a lifetime
Dreaming of the golden gorges and iron horses and the hot-blooded battle of the lords
Lyrics produced by:Jiuwaki
Once there was a war of flames and smoke, a thousand years ago
A thousand years of dreaming and breaking in whose hands
Rewind the grudges and understand the borrowing of a face
Remodeling A dream of a family and a country
The camera slides across the sky, so lonely
A few lifetimes in the sky
Replacing the blood of that year, the battle of the thorns is brave
The camera in my hand is steady, and between the millennia
A thousand years of dreams and broken hearts can be understood
I don't know who's face I'll see after a thousand years
Remodeling this time when the moon is thick
History is out of a book, and the call to action is heavy.
Restore the dream of a lifetime
Dreaming of a golden sword and iron horse, a hot blooded war lord
[00:16.27]A book of the past
[00:22.72]Lyrics:Hetu/Yuanzhengkang
[00:26.15]Song:Hetu
[00:32.03]Sung by: Hetu
[00: 41.67]A book of the past 41.67]A book of the past, a book of who's home
[00:44.46]Whose fireworks bloomed in the air
[00:47.64]Forgotten, a record of a yellowed book
[00:51.25]Walking, stopping, brushing against happiness
[00:54.56]An old gown, wrapped up in a prayer.
[00:57.19]Lost crosses, footsteps in the dirt
[01:00.85]Curses, blessings, holy water, babies
[01:04.12]Holy, evil, eternity is the most beautiful sorcery of all
[01:12.76]I see the rush of favor in God's eyes
[01:17.86]It's not me, I'm not the only one. 17.86]Not the way I want to go
[01:19.10]I see the pale loneliness in God's eyes
[01:23.64]Beginning my new journey
[01:24.79]Death, the bloody fog, keeps on urging
[01:38.24]I hear the sadness in God's mouth
[01:42.89]I can't stop my footsteps
[01:44.46]I hear the cry of despair from the mouth of God
[01:49.26]Unfolding the curtain of my quest
[01:50.96]The darkness of the night, the purple eyes, the final destination
[02:03.65]
[02. 32.06]A requiem opens a silver coffin
[02:35.12]Falling roses are reflected in red eyes
[02:38.44]Betrayal, embracement, the art of fang manipulation
[02:41.87]Tenderness, brutality, the moment is the coldest note
[02:50.12]I hear the sadness of God's mouth. I hear the sadness in God's mouth
[02:54.81]I can't stop my footsteps
[02:56.50]I see the despair in God's eyes crying out
[03:01.21]It's not the way I want to go
[03:02.44]Death, the bloody fog, keeps on urging
[03:15.65]I hear the sadness in God's mouth
[03:15.65]I hear the sadness in God's mouth. God's mouth, sadness pouring out
[03:20.43]Can't stop me
[03:22.27]I see the pale loneliness in God's eyes
[03:27.15]Unfolding the curtains of the quest
[03:28.27]The night, the purple eyes, the final destination
[03:41.09 ]
People come and go
I must go now, my flowers
I remember many times, sitting at the bottom of the garden steps
watching those petals, opening like a fairy tale
Beautiful roses smelled so good, and people came and went in front of the steps
I know that a long time has passed, my flowers
I remember many times, those I remember many times when those flowers bloomed and fell
Looking at those fairy tales, from beauty to sorrow
I began to think that people no longer laughed when they walked along the road
Let me look at you again my flowers
Keeping you in my eyes, I left my evil thoughts in a faraway place
Many years from now, there will still be a child
Walking down the steps of the garden, watching the fairy tales open up in my dreams
When I was a little girl in my dreams, I was so happy to see you in the garden.
Let me look at you again, my flower
Leaving you in my eyes and my evil thoughts far away
After many years, is there still a child
Walking on the steps of the garden, watching the fairy tale of the dream open
I walked on the heavy road
The child on the steps looked at me
The people came and went
I know it's been a long time, and I know it's been a long time. I know it's been a long time, my flowers
I remember many times when those flowers bloomed and fell
Looking at those fairytales, from beautiful to sad
I began to think that people don't laugh anymore when they walk down the road
Let me look at you one more time, my flowers
Keeping you in my eyes, leaving my evil thoughts in a faraway place
After many years, is there still A child
Walking on the steps of the garden, watching the fairy tale open up in my dreams
Let me look at my flowers again
Leaving you in my eyes and my evil thoughts far away
After many years, will there be another child
Walking on the steps of the garden, watching the fairy tale open up in my dreams
I am walking on a heavy road
The child on the steps looks at the fairy tale opening up in my dreams
The child on the steps looks at the fairy tale opening up in my dreams
Let me look at the fairy tale opening up in my dreams
I am walking on the heavy road
The child on the steps looks at me
People come and go
People come and go
People come and go ~~~~~~~
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