Here is a part of the song by Hetu
Finale
Lyrics: Finale Composer: Hetu Arranger: Hetu Performed by Hetu
The Zhou Emperor, Bai Yan, died on a snowy night ten years after he became emperor.
This reckless emperor did not like luxury,
After forcing his way to the throne, he abandoned the beautiful palace built by the previous emperor Jingdi,
and instead slept at the Nine Dragons Pagoda in the palace every night,
and died on his knees in front of a few tablets at the top of the pagoda's stone room,
facing a picture on the wall.
If there is a history of the previous dynasty's palace maid in, will certainly recognize,
The painting on the color of the woman,
It is the previous dynasty, Emperor Jing sealed the last noble consort.
It turned out that after ten years of pouring the country,
Baiyan finally followed that person.
He did not leave a single word behind him.
So all the mysteries about the founding emperor of the Zhou Dynasty,
were buried in the heavy history books, along with the portrait hanging above the Nine Pagodas and
hidden behind the seven curtains.
This is the first time that Bai Yan has been buried in the history books, but he has never been buried in the history books.
◎Mo Mingqi Miao original music team production◎
Sword and halberd sound *** Silk bamboo hoarse
Who took you to see the killing outside the city
Seven veils of blood splashed white veil
The soldiers were in front of the city, the six troops did not send
Who knows that goodbye is life and death without words
The time to entangle a thousand turns of the red thread
One thought of a difference in the person
That scar, whose old scar
Can you still drink tea without moving
The fireworks of the world
The painting of the blood-stained rivers and mountains
Can't beat a little bit of vermilion sand on your brow
It doesn't matter if it's overthrowing the world
It's just one more flourish
Peach flowers stained with blood
I just want to see you again. You're crying like rain
Listening to the sword mute
The building is dying and collapsing
It's said that a man's life is like a peach blossom
Who told you that fortune
It's the best of all possible worlds, and a good wind flow is not a lie
Bouncing on the pipa by the west side of the painting building
The warm breeze, who has the heart of the man who is in a hurry to do something about it
It's a matter of coloring and souls, and reversing the appearance of the woman who is in love with me
We're not going to look at each other. After you've given up your splendor, you'll be the king of the world Climbing up to the Nine Pagodas Looking at the shooting stars in the night Returning back to that moment The years are silent, but also terrifying A withered vine grows out of its branches Time has already been rubbing gently Dreaming about you in your dreams, under the moonlight on the upper floors You are the one who still has the same eyes The one who is still in the world The one who is still in the world. Brushed the snow off my shirt Side by side, I saw the sky and the earth Back to that moment The silence of the years is frightening The withered vines grow branches Time has been brushing by Dreaming of you upstairs in the moonlight You are still the same Brushed the snow off my shirt The time has been brushing by The time has been brushing by The time has been brushing by The time has been brushing by We are still the same. Side by side in the vastness of heaven and earth Upstairs in my dream, under the moonlight Standing there with the same look on your face Washing away the snowflakes from your clothes Side by side in the vastness of heaven and earth As a flower Lyrics by Finale Composer: Hetu Arranged by Hetu Performed by Hetu He lights his lamp at night Reading the Four Books and Five Classics a few times. She was a childhood friend of hers, and she kept her childhood sweetheart at bay She studied her ink under the lamp With a pair of eyes in her hairpin and cloth skirt Seeing him study hard for ten years, he vowed to go to the palace Sending him to the ferry She said that she would wait for you all the days of her life He said, "When I am successful in my exams, I will not let you down" He said that he will not let you down. Eighteen years of waiting, she stood on the ferry Eighteen years of tenderness, he slept on the moon roof The lone sail went on its way Taking her sorrows and joys away A thousand strands of willows on the embankment Couldn't hold back the river Watching the flowers blossom in the spring and then fall The winds of autumn blew the summer months away Winter snow fell in a flurry. She waited until the yellow flowers were thinner than the yellow flowers She lit the lamps at night The river was wide and the clouds were low and she looked at them several times The clouds were full of broken geese and the west winds were blowing away her longing for them I thought of him and studied his ink under the lamps One word is worth a thousand pieces of gold and is the top grade of the Scholarship Program We waited for him to come back to the countryside and waited for a year and then another year Who beat the horses and crossed the river? Turning back, he called for a drink Who was the girl who asked in a low voice Who was the girl who stayed with him like a flower Eighteen years of waiting, she stood on the ferry Eighteen years of tenderness, and he slept on the moonlight floor The lone sails were gone for a long time The willows on the embankment were a thousand threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads of threads
The world is a place of the world.
She watched the spring flowers blossom and fall
Autumn winds blew the summer moon away
Winter snow was another year
She waited for the snow to spread over her brow
Listening to the waking wood close
She was waiting for her story to be told
The storyteller folded his fan and told her story from the beginning
Who lowered his eyes? His tears were wetting his sleeves
She walked past the willows on the bank
While the willow was in the middle of the river, she was in a state of shock.
She walks through the willows on the embankment
A small ferry at sunset
The scenery is still as gentle as it was in the olden days
But the river never returns
For the Dragon
Lyrics: Raccoon Ji, Composer: Hetu, Performed by Hetu
Moonlight in the palm of her hand from the past
The wound, a smile of bleakness
Turning her head toward the side you're standing on
What is it that makes me think of you? On one side
It's the impetuousness of the dragon you were born to be
Remembering that your name is Yanhuang
On the beacon flints, in the wartime sun
Beside the broken blades, the years have quietly flowed
The twelve chapters of the tattoos, you've been offering to the four sides of the world
The Yellow River and Yangtze River in which the blood is flowing
It is the flair of your birth
The winds and rains beat down on the red walls and the green tiles.
The yellow flowers of tomorrow are left behind in the painting
The ink in the Chinese characters is warmed by one stroke
The expression of generations of inheritance
Success, decline, honor, and disgrace have mottled the cheeks
After a thousand years, the lead has been washed away
The soil that has been steadfastly held on to is at your feet
To your death, the answer is unswerving
On the flints of the beacons and flints of the battlefields of the sun
The sun on the broken blades of the battlefield
It is you who are born with a flare of blood. p>
Beside the broken edge, the years quietly flowed
The twelve chapters of the tattoo, you look around from afar
The Yellow River and Yangtze River in the bloodstream
It is your innate flair
The wind and rain beat all the red walls and green tiles
Danning left the yellow flower of tomorrow
The Chinese characters in the ink of the ink is warm and one stroke at a time
Expressions inherited from generations to come
Success, decline, honor and disgrace have dappled the cheeks
A thousand years have passed and the lead has been cleansed
The soil that you have always stood firm on is at your feet
To the end of your life, you will always be faithful to the answer
The wind and rain have beaten up the red walls and green tiles
Danqing has left behind the yellow flower of tomorrow
The strokes of Chinese characters that are warmly scented by the ink
Expressions passed down from generation to generation
Success, decline, honor and disgrace have dappled my cheeks
After a thousand years, the lead has been washed away
The soil that has always stood firm is at your feet
The answer that has been faithful till death do us part
Hidden in my heart is the moonlight of the past
Gotham in my arms is the desolation of no longer looking back
The head of my head looks toward the direction in which you stand
Memorize that I was born to be a dragon
Memorize that I am a dragon
Memorize that I was born to be a dragon.
Mind that my name is Yanhuang
The Tune of Yangguan
Lyrics: Fox Lei, Composer: Hetu, Performed by Hetu
The light of the sword, the disobedience, the fall into whose arms
Midnight on the battlefield, the desert is as smoke, as the wild grass
The frost is falling, and the city is full of depressions and coldness, and the pavilion is cold and the short bridge is short
The vermilion sand between my eyebrows is as a knife, as a carving knife
The young man on the Plateau, in a black suit, is replaced with a smile of a lost world. Whose smile will be exchanged for the world's last
Sword pointing to the west of Tianshan, out of the Yangguan Pass, the people's traces are far away
Wind and sand grinding down the ancient road, spreading to the tips of whose eyebrows
Flags even in the city, wine pouring into goblets of wine, the twilight clouds burning
Snow falling on a vast expanse of snow, snow as if white hair, snow as if the flowers are dying, disturbing the flying birds
Together, we look at the haze, together, we go to the end of the world, together, we wear the same white dresses, and together, we are invited by the moon to the end of the world
Broken bowstrings, broken heartbeats, broken lifetimes, broken hopes, and a broken heart
The heart is like March, the heart is like barren grass, the heart is like a quagmire, and the heart is like a quagmire, and the heart is like a quagmire, and the heart is like a quagmire, and the heart is like a quagmire, and the heart is like a quagmire, and the heart is like a quagmire.
The world of Chang'an is a place where you can forget the past
Your hand is holding the corner of someone's coat, and you're running away
The hustle and bustle of the wolves and beacons
Whoever cooks the wine, you'll have a lifetime of drunken smiles, a thousand cups of wine, and it'll be hard to drink it away
The embrace of the floating flowers and the waves
Phoenix Hijacked
Lyrics: Hetu Composer: Hetu Arranged by Hetu
Sung by: Hetu Poster production: Mirage of Legends
What is left of the world's most beautiful city?
Is there any time left to look back
Look at me again I can't tell the difference between the sky
Is it the red cloud or the flame you started
Which life is the end of the line, but I can't say goodbye
Is there any time left to burn out the years
It's the thought that turns into the thought, is it the fate of the earth or the nightmare
It's the dust of the disaster or the smoke of the rising fire
It's the ash or the smoke of the rise of the sky
Which thought will not be extinguished? Is it Nirvana or eternal longingImagined as 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 Mantua to make the memories of the past life sink in
How many partings will it take to light up the flame of the sycamore branch
I have walked through the earthly world, and I have been in the world for years, and I am not sure if it's the right thing.
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 whose obsession
Ashes
Lyrics: Finale Composer: Hetu Arranger: Hetu Performed by Hetu
Subtitled by: Xiaomiao [Sound Creation Alliance] Deep Blue Mixed by Si-Cha
Posters: Finale MV production >Poster: Finale MV Production: Tie'er, Hate Drunk
The dialogue part of the song is from the original lyrics of the movie "East is East, West is West"
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, but every time I have to leave her and travel far away, it rains, and she says it's because she's unhappy. Later she married my brother, and on the day of her wedding I left White Camel Mountain.
The peach blossom opened that year that month that woman red dress black hair she smiled and drunken fireworks the most beautiful but the sky residual haze
Double ride chasing the wind and bridle horse at that time but I wish to join hands with the end of the world time such as quicksand this oath of friendship a moment of light
Change at first strangers cold witnesses to the newcomers Chuchu red clothes red candles is the end of the eye or day
Only that night the rain is as heavy as a note long to go behind the back without regard to look at this one The last bet who lose
Spring go flowers do not speak
Who watched the spring come flowers still hair
Ouyang Feng: there is a sentence, after tonight I will never say again. Are you coming with me or not!
Sister-in-law: not with! You remember, from today onwards, I am your sister-in-law, in the future there is only one person who can take my hand, that is your brother, other people are not qualified!
Fallen dust and sand, turn around and go
Lifetime, can not let go
It is the mouth is not the heart is loved her is not able to see through him
Far away from the sky and close to the eye ah
The water in the shadow of the flower
The break it let go of it forget about it if you can not touch it
Who said that this season is late in the flower
Who said that the The flowers burned the white camel mountain
Who said those past has been forgotten with a smile
Who looked westward when the yellow sand filled the sky
Keeping one's earth and sky
Ouyang Feng: After the beginning of spring, it will soon be time for hibernation. Every year at this time a friend would come to see me, but he didn't come this year. It wasn't long before I received a letter from White Camel Mountain that my sister-in-law had died two years ago in the fall from 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 continued to do my business.
Ouyang Feng: After a few nights, I had the same dream, I dreamed that the peach blossoms in my hometown were blooming. I suddenly remembered that I hadn't been back to White Camel Mountain for many years.
Look at the desert desert sand at sunset how many old trees and crows broken souls at the wind sound like snow to twilight in the ten sides of the brutal kill
Calculate all the hearts of the people is difficult to calculate the will of God burned all the sins of the Karma fire a hand without a hold and also no hangings is the dashing or can not be answered
Jacked the ashes over the end of the bright moon when the sky is a red face of the yellow earth is still the original dream of the vagueness of the eyebrow
This half life cocooned in the cocoon of only a short period of love in the morning dew is counted as the last
Is it a drunken dream or a nostalgia for her that has returned to the dust
How many dead branches are there under the yellow sand
Through time and through the sand
If you can't understand it and don't want to, and won't understand it, don't forget it
The eyes of the far-away people on the river of my hometown
The winds sounding clear and splattering the blood
Who set out on the first 1,000 robberies
Who fell for the first 1,000 robberies
Whose love is the most important thing in the history of the world
Which is it?
Who fell in love with the flower reflected in the water
Who's voice flowed clear through the sands of the wind
The head with the face of life
Buried under ten thousand hectares of blue waves
How can I find it? Do you still remember it
Retaining the best of the years
Welcome to face the sands of the sky and the earth
Ou Yangfeng: When I don't have anything, I will look at Baiyi. When I'm not doing anything, I'll look at White Camel Mountain, and I clearly remember that there was once a woman waiting for me over there.
Ouyang Feng:
Ouyang Feng, when I'm not doing anything, I'll look at the white camel mountain and remember clearly that there was a woman waiting for me. I've heard it said that when you can't have it anymore, the only thing you can do is to make sure you don't forget it.
The flowers don't speak in spring
The flowers are still in spring
Believe in the flowers
The red shadows are all over the wind and sand
Li Bai in Chang'an
Lyrics: Flame 31 Composer: Hetu Arranger: Hetu Performed by Hetu
The white shirt and the gilded saddle are the same as those of the year you went to Chang'an with the sword
The ink and horseback ride reflect the green hills, and then the Tang Dynasty is reflected in it. A Thousand Years
The wind in my hand and my sword flew across the Peach Blossom Garden
You said that we should enjoy ourselves as much as possible, so we should drink wine and sing songs to paint the world
At the age of five, I recited the Six Armors and at ten, I watched the Hundred Schools
At the age of fifteen, I was able to give Xiangru a sword fight
I went on a trip through the Shu Road to get rid of the bullies at the five mausoleums
I spent the night at the Golden Palace, visiting the ancient temples and laughing and drinking the flowers of the green marquee
There was no doubt that I would spend 300,000 taels in my hand.
Looking at the flowing clouds, I can't let time finish singing this clear string
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 friend who kept drinking a thousand cups of wine
When you were as young as a green silk, you didn't have time to sigh, and you sighed that the chivalrous spirit in your bone was a piece of your own
How can I be in trouble with slanderous words from the nobles and the power elite, so that I am angry and don't look at myself with open face
I used to be drunk on the flowers and willow at Chang'an, and I had five vassals and seven dignitaries to drink wine together
With a spirit that was far superior to the greats.
It was a time when I was drunk on flowers and willows in Chang'an, and the five lords and seven nobles were drunk with wine.
The rolling Yangtze River has drained a thousand poems from the Tang Dynasty
How many scrolls have been written to celebrate you through the ages
The blue sky reflects you in front of the flowers
The history of the world can't be sung to the end
The snow in Lhasa
Lyrics by Pillow Stone Composer by Hetu Performed by Hetu Poster by Ruoxi Ruoxi
The Lhasa snow has been a mess for thousands of years
Quietly piled up until the red dust is annihilated
The incense in my hand burns brightly and darkly
Footprints on the snow are deep and shallow
It seems to be a prophecy that has no ending
Like them kneeling in front of the snowy mountains
Quietly saying a lot of wishes
Following the crowds of people, we walked across a few streets
With the help of the snowy mountains, we have to go to Lhasa to see the snowy mountains.
Sitting by the side of the road with a cup of tea
Imagining the face of Maggie Amie
Can't let go of it? Expectations are shallow
Legendary love has always been beautifully distant
The story is over, and no one has a word to say
Looking up, I saw a different sky
She was sitting beside the Potala Palace
Wondering about it for half a day.
How many times have I walked down the lazy street
The windy horses I've watched for many days
The people around me are smiling faintly and sighing with fatigue
The sunshine and the rain suddenly appeared to be snowing
What do you understand about the four seasons
The snow on a sunny day, the moon on a rainy night
The trajectory in the mist is starting to become clear
From now on, my feelings will not be shallow anymore. I don't know how to say goodbye to all those sad words
The flowers I planted in my past life will bloom by the side of the road in
When I wake up, I forget about the night winds and snow
Just in my dreams, I have more feelings
There will always be a time when all of them will disappear
Even if they were once so close to each other
Composer: Hetu Composer: Hetu Arranger: Hetu Performed by Hetu
The vast demarcation line between the gods and demons is filled with darkness
The lingering memories of the ice-cream blossoms are scattered
Who in his heart couldn't stop wishing for the vow he had made
He traveled to the ends of the continent and was filled with the sights of the battles
The smile that used to be there has disappeared
Which used to be a smile is gone
Which used to be a smile, but now is gone
The smile is gone.
Who's tearing down the edge of the crystal coffin
The wind is blowing away the sadness
Does the dream ever change?
The never-ending battle
Who shouts in my ear?
The wind writes down the wish of this world
The dream records the vow of this life
In the dream, I murmur softly
The hope of meeting again
Beautifully wide Spia, in front of the battlefield
What I can't forget is the everlasting smile
This time, the roses are as colorful as blood
To stand on top of the human race, and to cover the heart of mankind. The promise I made in my heart was to break the world
In my dream, I waved my sword to cut the gray sky
The wind blew away my sorrows
Dreams are ever changing?
The never-ending battle
Who is shouting in my ear?
The wind writes down the wishes of this world
The dream records the oath of this life
In the dream, I murmur softly
The hope of seeing you again
The sword, the endless battle
The man, the unceasing hope
With the cry of his heart
And his face, which is already tainted with dust
The sword, the man's hope
Man. Have they ever changed?
The heart wants to cut off
The gray sky
"Please bury me more shallow"
Author: I don't know
During the World War II period, there were many Jews imprisoned in a Nazi Germany's concentration camp. They were mercilessly tortured and killed by the Nazis, and their numbers were dwindling.
There was an innocent, lively little girl who was imprisoned in the camp with her mother. One day, her mother and some other women were taken away by Nazi soldiers and never returned to her. But when the little girl asked the adults where her mother had gone? The adults told the little girl with tears in their eyes that your mommy had gone to look for your daddy and would be back soon. The little girl believed, and instead of crying and asking questions, she sang the many children's songs her mother had taught her. She also climbed up to the small window of her cell from time to time and looked out, hoping to see her mother return. Instead of waiting for her mother's return, the little girl was driven early one morning by Nazi soldiers with bayonets, forcing her and tens of thousands of Jews to the execution ground. A large, deep pit had been dug in the execution ground, where they would be buried alive together.
One by one, people were brutally pushed down into the pit by the Nazi soldiers, and when one of the Nazi soldiers reached down to push the little girl into the pit, she said to the Nazi soldier with wide, beautiful eyes, "Uncle, could you please bury me a little more shallowly? Otherwise, when my mom comes to look for me, she won't be able to find me." The Nazi soldier's outstretched hand froze there, and a sob rang out on the execution ground, followed by an angry shout ......
People in the end, no one was able to escape the Nazi's clutches. But the little girl's innocent words crashed into people's hearts, allowing them to find the dignity and strength of humanity before death.
Can violence really destroy everything? No. In the face of innocent love and humanity, violence allows the violent to see their own ugliness and insignificance. Executioners tremble before this childlike heart of love, for they too see their end.
O thawing river, please help me tell my mother
In the crack in the wall by the window, there is a green grass sprouting
O fluttering fallen leaves, please help me tell my mother
In the pool of water by the table, I can't make out the chrysanthemums that I just wore
Is it not true that I'll sprout even in the soil
Growing up in the arms of the earth we'll have A home
Please bury me shallowly
under the chrysanthemum-filled hillside
so that my mother won't be worried because she can't find me
Please bury me shallowly
near the skinny birch
so that my mother will know that I'm waiting for her to pick me up every day
High on the railroad network, a new gibbet has been hung.
The uncle with the gun says it's a doll with a funny wig
The red river waters the cheeks of spring
Paint the sun under the gray sky to warm my mother's feet
Is it true that I'm going to blossom in the mud
Which flower will my mother gently pick when she comes back
Bury me shallowly in the field full of chrysanthemums
The field full of daisies, where my mother's mother is a little girl.
Beneath the hill full of chrysanthemums
Let my mom not get hung up on the fact that she can't find me all the time
Please bury me shallowly
Near the skinny birch
Let my mom know that I'm waiting for her to pick me up every day
The doll
Lyrics: Hetu, Composer: Hetu, Performed by Hetu
Me am a dream you don't want
You don't paint my face with makeup
Without you
Without your handkerchief that cares if my face is dirty
You hold your doll
As you once held me
At the place where you left me
A dead cat and I look softly at the
dead Princesses
Bitten lollipops
The blood of dolls with broken hands flows into the pond of swans with broken necks
Every day is a carnival festival every day is a sad day of abandonment
A brown bear sticks a branch into a tin soldier's chest
Those happy trees begin to grow vociferously
I can't be in your arms anymore
I can't stay in your arms >I can't smell the faint scent of your hair
I'm going to that place where I belong
I'm going to show you where I'm going
At midnight I'll take your eyes with a knife made of despair
from beside your dolls
Burial
Vocals: Hetu Produced by Burial Studio
Dark on a night like this
Love and dreams falling between wrists
Red cold hope
Falling into the air and flowing slowly
Your love is my grave
Scarlet exotic flowers blooming in the cemetery
Blooming with your despair
My love is cut by the petals
The wind tugs between my shattered soul The wind tugs at my broken soul to compensate
I take the black earth and bury myself
Guarding the last flower-filled place
The vines of flowers twist and grow on the gravestones
Burying your despair covers
Scarlet sorrow
I take the black earth and bury myself
Guarding the last flower-filled place
Guarding the last blooming place Full of flowers
Vines of flowers grow twisted around the headstone
Bury your despair covered
Scarlet Sorrow
Vines of flowers grow twisted around the headstone
Bury your despair covered
Scarlet Sorrow
Baby Baby
Winter worms in the holes of the tree
Warm leaves are their blankets
Beautiful stars hang in the sky
Hiding a million blinking diamonds
You said you wanted to go somewhere far away
The sky is as bright as your eyes
Take the bubbling oxygen with you
With you you're searching for that little dream
You cry, you laugh, you're in my arms
You cry, you laugh, you're in my arms. You cry, you laugh, you're in my arms
Sleeping quietly
With a smile at the corner of your mouth
Baby, baby, baby, just a kiss
Every time I kiss you, it tastes sweet
You cry, you laugh, you're in my arms
We're here for each other in the coldest of winters
Baby, baby, just a kiss
You said we'd be together forever. We'll be together until we grow old
END
Jinling-Qinhuai Night
Composed by: Thousand Grass Fairy
Lyrics: For the sake of the lion's head
Sung by: Smoke and Embers Head, Impure
Male: Stone bridge in the drizzle, in the pavilion, who will be with the Izzy person
Grinding the foundation, the hand of a pen, sketching out the brow
Male: The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular ones. The night rain entangled water droplets, who played the flute
Combined: is the past life owes you love, into this life love memory
Jinling City lights depressed autumn, green silk for frost rain
Men: night wind blowing rain, the painting boat, the Izzy where to go
Yuqin transverse flute, painting a song, mandarin ducks and marital relations
Female: burning flowers broken jade, the night of parting, the transverse flute sound
The memory, hand over hand clouds and rain
Male: has drunk to go, shaking, moonlit night riding
Peach Blossom Stream, with the Secretary, parting
Female: the pen, ink mountains and rivers around the finger, the soft intestines, but, the people left
Male: is the past life has been the fate of the pity, know that you can not be forgotten in this life
Female: the Qinhuai River, the frost fall cold droplets of water, the wind and the snow night rain
Combination: is the The drops of hatred for you in your past life have turned into resentment for your return in this life
The walls of Jinling City are mottled with memories, crushing recollections
Collaboration: It's the tear drops of not seeing you that love you or hate you
Jinling City's wind and rain are scattering memories, annihilating the flowers and rain
Returning to the shadows (original song Zi Chuan Records)
Lyrics: Flame 31
Music: Hetu
Sung by. Hetu
A piece of black film
Reproduces how many years ago
Conquests, hissing horses, wolf smoke
Framing to adjust the line of sight
The camera jingo has no chance to meet with the history of the real
Several times, the story of a wind and smoke
Kincer strings, carving out the two sections of the lingering
You back to the eyes, only to the three lifetimes flowed all the way to the edge of the Qinhuai River
One ready to go. A few years ago
Heroes spoke freely
The stars were twinkling
It was like the last scroll of the duel in the forest
The last few chapters told the story of a storm
The strings of the brocade engraved two periods of love
You looked back and saw the three lifetimes flowed by the side of the Qin Huai Huai River
One sound of the preparatory show and the life can be guided how many times
The camera in your hand is steady. Between the millenniums, a thousand dreams are broken, can you understand it
I don't know who's face after a thousand years, who's face will remake this time when the moon is thick
History jumps out of a book, calling out for more, and bringing back the dream of a new life
Dreaming of a war of gold, iron and horse, and a hot-blooded war of lords
Once there were wars and fire, and a thousand years before that, a thousand dreams were broken, who's hand is in the past
Replaying back the enmity and grudges, can you understand it, can you use the face of a man, to remake a family and a country's dream
< p>The camera slides across the sky, so lone and lonely, a few times a dome of heavenReplacing the blood of that year, the thorns of the war are brave
The camera in the hands of a steady steady, a thousand years ago, a thousand years of dreaming of the break of the sentiment can understand
I do not know after a thousand years, whose face, remodeling this time, the moon is thick
History leaps out of the book, clamor, and bring back the dream of a life
Dreaming of gold, iron and steel horses, and the hot blood of the war hero
Dreaming of gold, iron and steel horse, hot blood of war lord
End
The Song of the Dynasty
Sung by Hetu
Mo Ming Chess Original Music Team◎
The halls of history are haunted by history
The places where evil things have trampled on
Who is piling up the soil of the ancient past
The bodies of heroes are buried in the battlefield
Listen to the singing of the ladies of the pavilion, who have already sung
Who holds on to what beliefs?
Who is holding on to whose beliefs
Looking at the neon dresses waving their crippled wings
The treasure under the starry sky will be the wish of whoever it is
Who is holding on to whose beliefs
Looking at the neon dresses waving their crippled wings
The treasure under the starry sky will be the wish of whoever it is
◎Mo Mingqimei Original Music Team◎
Pounding the Bells
Who stays by the side of Gotham's daughter
These are the seals that seal the direction of the soul's return
Who's prayers are guided to fly in the hall
The halls that have already been burned by the fire of war
Painting the image of the god of the sky
He is holding back his tears, but he sings with stubbornness
The wilted dandelions are imprinted with his sorrow
Who holds on and who will hold on and whose wishes are they
Who holds on and who will hold on and whose wishes will they be
The treasure under the Stargazer's Tower?
Who is holding on to whose beliefs
Looking at Nishang waving her tattered wings
Discovering the treasure under the star, whose wish will it be
Who is holding on to whose beliefs
Looking at Nishang waving her tattered wings
Discovering the treasure under the star, whose wish will it be
== END ==
Get out of the way
The way is clear.
Lyrics: Hetu
Production: Burial Studio
Love's Crossroads
Thoughts Tangled
Traces of Love Once Faded
At the Edge of Tears Sliding By
Is it Letting Us Mourn Together
The Moment I Let Go
Loneliness Spreads
The moment I let go of you, I'm looking forward to suddenly waking up with you in front of me
Looking for the moment I'll be there, and the moment I'll be there to see you. Expecting to suddenly wake up with you in sight
On the horizon where you disappeared
Is there still a trace of longing left
Lonely autumn
But I'm still wandering by the end of the world
Every morning I have to send you my heart's desires
Vows in my ears
You're not with me
Shouldn't all blessings be far away? should be far away
Lonely love
has faded away
A person used to lose sleep during the day
The other side of the dream
has been blurred
I think I should learn to be happier
Finally woke up to realize
The original love has reached the end of the road
Just that I made the way for your
You heard who was calling you and is still waiting for you in a faraway place
Retrieve your childhood memories and go back home to the place that loves you in your heart
You said that you are going to a faraway place, do you still have the memories of that place
Is it true that in another city, do you feel lonely on the journey
In the familiar place, you may not care
It is true that in a faraway place, you are still waiting for me, but I am still waiting for you.
I must go now, my flowers
I remember many times sitting at the bottom of the garden steps
watching those petals open like a fairy tale
the beautiful roses smelled so good, and people were coming and going in front of the steps
I know that it's been a long time, my flowers
I remember many times those flowers bloomed and fell
watching the fairy tale. Those fairy tales, from beautiful to sad
I began to think that people no longer laugh when they walk on the road
Let me look at you again, my flower
Keep you in my eyes, and leave my evil thoughts far away
After many years, there is still a child
Walking on the steps of the garden, watching the fairy tale of the dream opening up
Let me look at you again. My flowers
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 my dreams open up
I was walking on the heavy road
The child on the steps was looking at me
The people were coming and going
I know that it was a long time ago, my flowers
I remembered that my flowers
When I was a little boy, I was a little girl, but I didn't want to see you again
I remembered that I was a little boy.
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 one more time, my flower
Keeping you in my eyes, I left my evil thoughts in a faraway place
After many years, is there still a kid
Walking along the steps of the garden
Walking along the steps of the garden, I saw that there was a child in the garden, and that he was a child. I'm walking on the steps of the garden, watching the fairy tale of my dreams open up
Let me look at you one more time, my flower
Keeping you in my eyes, I left my evil thoughts far away
After many years, is there still another child
Walking on the steps of the garden, watching the fairy tale of my dreams open up
I'm walking on the heavy road
The child on the steps is looking at me
And the child on the steps is looking at me
When I'm walking on the road, the child is looking at me.
People come and go
People come and go
People come and go ~~~~~~~
To make you smaller
Sung by:Wei Yuting
Words/Compositions:Yuan Zihui
Arranged/Produced by: Funeral Music Studio
Recording Studio/Remixed by: Firebath Studios
There is weirdness in the schoolyard on April Fools Day. It's weird everywhere
Confessions of love turn into foolish excuses for bad behavior
Is the sky full of stars blinking their eyes in anticipation of
The excitement of a fairy tale
The little girl who sings on the back of her bike
Waiting for the arrival of warm hands
Winter's bug babies have already found a thick cover
The little hands beside them are also put into warm pockets.