Singer: Xiao Yiqing
Lyrics introduction:
Not a Chivalrous Man —— Alex.
Word: later meaning
Flexion: tide-tide
Tidal arrangement
Mixed: Mr. Fish
Tie the sunset glow on your skirt.
Hui Yu sent me to lead an old horse.
People passing by Yan village
It's like my hometown is flying.
Drunk and drunk tea.
Ordinary Xiang Kou Xun ge restaurant
Everyone here is an old friend.
The bottom of the bowl is the end of the world.
Any place in the world is home.
Pengmen is also like a mansion.
No matter how much or how little a person feels.
Take three points and dare to call yourself a knight-errant
Knives can be used to catch fists.
Ask about life and death occasionally.
There is no hero's name.
Weigh some old things to offset the price of wine
Fold flowers to Jiangnan
Yes, spring breeze and red wax.
Affectionate always seems that I love the world.
There are seven or eight lucky people who want to meet and know each other.
Invited me to pat the altar to smoke clouds.
Drink jiangbei horse
Facing the west wind and yellow sand
Ruthless as me.
Cut the peach blossom to the bottom of the sword
It's hard to meet in the world
Xie Qingshan urges white hair
Generosity is just frost and snow.
Leave a scar on your forehead
After three rounds of wine, the moon blooms.
Too drunk to go home at five o'clock.
Talking about flawless juvenile affairs
Dare to boast of jade belt and sword.
Sleeping star pillow frost flower
Grass is not as good as fairy.
Make friends with anyone from north or south.
Sprinkle it in winter and summer.
Are winter and summer heroes?
Sharpen your knife and go out of Beijing again.
Ask someone like me.
Laugh at the sun, the moon, the mountains and the sea together
Only names, no answers.
Turn around and send your career beyond the cloud.
Don't be a hero.
Remember two things that offset the price of wine?
Fold flowers to Jiangnan
Yes, spring breeze and red wax.
Affectionate always seems that I love the world.
There are seven or eight lucky people who want to meet and know each other.
Invited me to pat the altar to smoke clouds.
Drink jiangbei horse
Facing the west wind and yellow sand
Ruthless as I lead a sword to cut peach blossoms
It's hard to meet in the world. Xie Qingshan urges white hair
Generosity only frost and snow leave a scar on each other's foreheads.
When the world wins or loses, it is all gossip.
Let's change a glass of old wine and I'll be handsome.
Romantic has never played cymbals or sang for years.
I want to ride a horse.
Looking for a career in the shadow of swords and swords
Life and death in this world is also gossip.
Come for a change. Drunkenness pays off.
Romantic has never played cymbals or sang for years.
It's not chivalrous to treat my freedom as a madman.