Bright Moon, Red Dust, Phase 1, Epilogue
Bright Moon, Red Dust - Scrambled Eggs With Tomatoes
Word: Chu Yue Light Dust
Music: Luk He
Clean Happiness*** Purple Stranger, Red Dust, Meet Me
Looking at the Sky, Swimming in Flourish, Who understands it
Moon Brightness, A glance of the World's heartache.
Dreams of a floating life Still remembering your smile
The fate of the past is uncertain Listening to the wind and rain knocking on the rusty lattice
The clothes are in a flurry, the years are pouring in alone
Smiles reflecting the lamps and shadows Flying flowers fall all over my lapel
The bead curtains are rolled with flowing fireflies, and the moon pavilion pulls the wind lightly
The moon is like the old one Seeing the water as it is passing away
Renew your dreams of a few years in the dusty world
Leaning on a heavy building, I still listen to you. The night is still young
When I look back, can we start over again
Who is the one for whom the fragrance is in my sleeves
But I'm returning to my boat, so what's this time, what's this time, what's this time? *** Who promised who a long life
Who gazed at the whole world and saw how the water would be covered
Who stayed with whom, who waited for whom, who waited for spring and autumn
Who looked back, the green mountains are as old as ever
The past - The theme song of the second installment of the Bright Moon Shining on the Red Dust>
Lyrics: Chu Yue Light Dust (楚月轻尘 [Thousands of Songs Yet to be Done])
Sung by: Scrambled Eggs with Tomato
Lyrics:
Sand between fingers: The past
Lyrics:
Who is it that we are so obsessed with
Memories of each other, farewells to each other
The moon in a beautiful building, a thousand kilograms of gold queens
A promise made in the past, how many times the winds have driven the leaves to fall
If we look back, the red make-up will be too shallow
With each other, the falling flowers will be like snow
Hateful Wind - The theme song of the third installment of the "The Moon Shines on the Dust of Red Earth"
Words: Chuyue Light Dust[Thousands of Songs]
Songs: Brave soul
Song: Brave soul
Singing/Post: Meow☆Sauce
The sunset flowers are over, the March wind and rain
Lighting night slightly bright vaguely away from the people's language
The remnants of the candles tear drops think of the wind and splendor of the people who remember
Emotionless blue Smoke and dust for thousands of miles of people are alone in the silence
How to return to the date, but the smile of the years to haunt the twisting
The clear song of the song back to the old people rare
The old people rare
Let the flowers bloom and fall, the people on the railings are empty of memories
Even when we meet, a promise has not yet been fulfilled, but we have already traveled thousands of miles
At the end of the night, the moon in the empty court is slightly chilly, and the shadows of the dappled trees are disorganized
The clothes are lightly pulled up, and we can remember that we have joined hands with each other in front of flowers
The end of the world is bleak, and the flowers are empty of sighs
It is a long time since I saw all the prosperity and I was tired of wearing the brocade clothes.
The old moon still looks like the first time I saw it
Snap your fingers and the clouds are moving around
It's hard to see through the curtains and the night winds
The red dust is in chaos
Short moments are like flames
Lighting is dark
The smoke is in the air
To send it back to the dusty world
This is the only time I have ever seen it all.
But the three thousand splendor of the eyes back to the brocade clothes tired
Clear light of the old moon is still like when we first met
Snap your fingers in years, the clouds over the dancing
Looking can not penetrate the Luo Curtain, slightly rolled up the night wind and cold
Downcast of flowers in March shocked by the rain and wind
Lamps and night brightly vaguely the language of the departed
Candle tears, think of the scenery of the who remembers
Relentless green, smoky dust, miles of the world.
When will you return to your home, but you can't help but laugh at how the years have dragged on
The song of the Ching Shang Opera is a song that makes you look back at your old friends
Let the flowers bloom and fall, and you'll remember them by the railings
Even though we met, we have not yet fulfilled our promise and have already traveled thousands of miles
The Emotionless Blue, the Dust, and the Smoke, and the People are Silent
Songs of the Searching for the Moon?
Original Song: Windy Street
Lyrics: Tutu
Sung/Post-Production: Meow☆Sauce
Lyrics:
The Moon is Unknown, Cold and Lonely
Solitary, with the Nightmare of Memories
Dancing for the Spoon, the Year of the Dancing Spoon is Long, but Embarrassed
The Spring is Over and Gone
The Moon is Unknown, the Spring is Over and Gone
The Moon is Unknown, the Moon is Unknown, and Lonely, the Spring is Unknown, and Lonely, the Spring is Unknown, and Lonely, the Spring is Unknown
It's always hard to remember the broken ping-pongs of Lok Ha-an
It's always hard to remember the wet shirts of the people of that time
It's always hard to remember the female sheep of the dogwood leaves of Lok Ha-an
It's hard to say the fate of the world can't be undone
It's hard to return to the flowers of the late spring
That it's hard to know when you're young and not know it at the time
How could you stop the hope of the fools and become the laughingstock of the world
It's hard to see the red dust of the world
The red dust of the world
Where can I find the moon in the sky
Where can I find the years in the sky
Where can I find the years in the sky
Where can I find the people in my memories
It is time to find the people in my twilight years
It is time to find the people in my heart
It is time to find the moon in the sky
It is time to find the people in the sky
It is time to find the people in my heart
It is time to find the people in the sky
It is time to find the people in the sky
It is time to find the smile on your face
It is time to find the smile on the face
It's hard to see the heart of a man climb up to the sky
It's hard to see the love of a man through
The moon is cold and the flowers are pale
It's hard to be alone in a nightmare and the memories are frequent
It's hard to look back at the years of the dance
It's hard to look back at the years of the spring
The colors of the spring are all gone
The flowers are fading.
It's hard to return to the road when you're late
It's hard to be happy when you're young and unknown
It's always hard to remember that the dogwood leaves of Luhiaan are shepherds
It's impossible to break the destiny of heaven
Moon shines on the world of the red world still
Ending song: "Shadow"
Lyrics: Chueyue Light Dust[Thousand Songs Undiscovered]
Original song: "Thousands of Seas to Cross the Ocean"
Vocals: "The Sea of Thousands"
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Singles: "The Sea of Thousands"
Lyrics:
Looking at the mountains and the river, who is the song with me***
The curtains are cool, the clouds are broken, dancing alone in the wind
The clothes are stained with autumn colors, but the goblet is embraced
That year, the Velvet clothes were in the flowers with a light smile
Listening to the sound of the willow, smiling outside the willow, I returned to Hongkong
The separation of a relationship, the drunkenness of sorrow and happiness is like a dream
PeiShui, the cold water, and the dew is heavy.
Who knew it back then
The rain has stopped and the mirror is lightly tinted red
One drunken goblet, one step to the city
One window, one section of a song that breaks up the pavilion
One flute, one path, one wind
One night of dreaming, one make-up point of the blue sky
One candle, one cold mirror, who would be the one who would share in the prosperity of the mirror lake
Operating in the moon, singing Fragrance
The river and maple paths, rolling their sleeves to sing about the end of the world.
The Qing Shang Gu Gu and the Laughing Footsteps
The Remnant of the Wind Blowing on the Sideburns
The Thousand Rivers are like a Mirror, Remembering Whose Hairpin is Half Crossed
It is Still Remembering the First Time We Met, The Clouds Standing on the Clear Blue Sky
The Wild and Crazy Thanks for the Fallen Flower Graveyard
One Goblet Drunk, One Step to the City
One Window, One Section of a Section Breaking Down the Long Pavilion
One Flute, One Wind, One Lightness of Being
The Night's Dreams, One Makeup, One Piece of Paint