Ocarina Ensemble
The ocarina is small and exquisite, easy to carry, and can be played wherever you go. The fingering is simple and easy to play. It is one of the easiest wind instruments to play in the world. The sound is beautiful and expressive, which can improve artistic accomplishment and cultivate temperament.
For those who like to sing, playing the ocarina helps to grasp the pitch, breath and rhythm. Learning the ocarina requires the use of eyes, ears, brain, hands and mouth, which can prevent Alzheimer's disease. Practice Playing the ocarina is also beneficial to improving lung capacity and strengthening the body. Now the ocarina has become a very popular musical instrument.
Lyrics of the Red Lips song,
You paint it a touch of red with your thoughts, making me fall into a rouge-colored dream. How strong the love is, the pain in my heart, I am most afraid of this Suddenly reunited, the wind shook the memories to the ground and turned red. My heart was no longer moved by anyone, the fireworks and spring rain were all hidden in my heart.
It is an unspeakable pain in life, just like the last red maple in the autumn night, you seal the past with your lip prints, your red lips are slightly opened with tears flashing, forgetting this brief encounter, and just Like the last red maple in my memory, layers upon layers of it dye the sky red. The red dust sends the rouge melting away. We will never meet each other again. The wind shakes the memories to the ground. I am no longer moved by anyone. Fireworks and spring rain are all hidden. In my heart, it was an unspeakable pain in my life, just like the last red maple in the autumn night.
You seal the past with your lipstick, your red lips slightly parted with tears flashing, forgetting this brief encounter, just like the last red maple in your memory, layer upon layer dyeing the sky and the world of mortals red. The rouge melts away, and we never meet again, just like the last red maple in the autumn night. You seal the past with your lip prints, and your red lips are slightly opened with tears flashing. You forget this short encounter, just like the last time in your memory. The red maples in the sky dyed the sky red in layers. The red dust sent each other and the rouge melted, and we never met again in the mountains and rivers.