What is the song of a lifetime long sleep

1, Hetu "Huxu lure"

Lyrics: Tang Qi GongziMusic: Hetu

Light a lamp and listen to the sound of a lonely flute all night

Waiting for a person to wait for love

Wind blowing through the heavy door, leaving the courtyard cold

A piece of paper with a red paper is about to be a fate for the rest of your life

The history book has turned over the page of the memories are sealed

Yuanyang brocade painted the section of a lonely life

Who is still waiting for the vow of a long life

Who is too serious

Dreaming of her painting under the city

Drawing a picture of a house in the mountains and the water

Snow is falling down and burying a thousand pagodas

Being separated from life and death is a lonely place in the world

Dreaming of her playing the strings of the wind and the grace of the wind

Playing a piece of the white head of the good fortune

Snow is falling down and burying a thousand pagodas

Snow is falling down and burying a thousand pagodas

What is it that you want to know about your life?

Snow has fallen and buried a thousand towers

Life and death are separated by the loneliness of the end of the world

Dreaming of a time when she strummed the strings of the wind

Playing a piece of the white head of Shaohua

Snow has fallen and buried a thousand towers

Like the moonlight in the mirror, he doesn't know whether it's real or not

Changan's oath, the history of history hasn't been written down

2, I don't see Chang'an

Words: Finale

Song by Hetu

Sung by Hetu

Dew is still wet on the grass under the old tree at the head of the village

The ferry sings a song in the morning mist, carrying it across the river

I lay on the roof with my arms resting on the roof and thought about it all night

Who in the hall under the tiles talks about Chang'an on paper

The bridge looks like frost, and the soles of my shoes are cold, stepping over the green flagstone boards

The girl's eyes are on the ground, and the girl who passes by her face, her eyes are on the ground.

The girl who brushed against me had a curved brow and a smile

I took the ferry with my backpack on and looked back over the gangplank

The smoke from the cooking fires in the silhouette of the villages rose up and dispersed

Suddenly, I started to miss the Chang'an of the story like crazy

I have been travelling day and night on a long journey through the mountains and the mountains

This way, I have travelled thousands and thousands of miles, and I have seen how many times a flower blooms

Spring, summer and winter, the winds have been flowing in the spring, summer and winter

When the winds blow, the winds will blow in the autumn, summer and winter.

I passed through a small town where the night was as cool as water and the moon was curving in the sky

I passed through the south of the Yangtze River and saw a scholar sleeping on the banks of the willows

I passed through the long streets where the streets were bustling with activity and the hawkers were selling their wares

I passed through Luoyang and saw a lady painting peonies in a mansion

I gradually began to dream about Chang'an in my storytelling every night

Chang'an City

Chengdu, the city of Chang'an, has been a place where people sing poems, and where they sing all the songs of the past. Some people sing poems and songs of sorrow and happiness

The sun was shining when I arrived, and the wind was blowing softly

But why did I suddenly lose my head? In Chang'an

This place with its many pavilions and halls was not what I had imagined

There used to be a picture in my heart of what he looked like

The city of Chang'an suddenly started raining, wetting down its splendor and its vicissitudes

I forgot the direction I came from, amidst the panic of the crowd. I forgot where I came from

That year, I turned around and left, and the sound of the water was far away from the riverbank

If the village is still the same, I will look back from ten million miles away

3. Summer Solstice of the Thirty-eighth Year

Lyrics: Fox Leaves

Music: Hetu

The decaying grasses are even in the evening sunshine and the color of the willows in the half-city is half a flute

Wastedly, I made the green wax into a jade and the clothes in the full seat are not remembered

Time, time, time, time, time...

When the time comes, I can't remember the time.

Time comes and goes

The leaning screen lengthens the light and shadow

The colorful vermillion lacquer blots out the painting

A farce of paper and gold

A coat stained with red dust

After the West Wing is sung, who hopes for this life to be together

The shadows under the lamp whitewash the memories

An old jukebox revolves around thoughts

A letter of yellowed and folded letters

A letter of yellowed and folded letters

A letter of yellowed and folded letters

There is no such thing as forever

The more beautiful everything is, the more it changes

The shutter tries to freeze time without realizing the superficiality of the gesture

Who can put happiness in a photo

A moment of mountains, a moment of abyss, strangers on the same road, side by side, and fall

From the beginning to the end

What is it about manipulating everything that's in the palm of your hand that makes the threads gather together

Making all the expressions reflect the end?

Someone has circled the world a few times

The side of the face in the porthole of the most perfect airplane

Remembering a lifetime's worth of images in the clouds

To cry in the end at the moment of crashing

Someone has stood on the heights of the pyramid

The cheapest count of envy and jealousy

Walking through this

It's not possible to escape the lonely sleep under the tombstone

How many people are performing in the square

Trying to prove forever

Some people have chased after years and years remembering the time limit of the agreement

Turning around but forgetting how to miss it

Moment by moment the sea water and the flames of a stranger on the same road fell in the same direction

From the beginning to before the end.

What manipulation of all sorts is gathered into a line in the palm of your hand

Let all your expressions reflect the end

A sentence is said from raw to skillful

The typhoon storm visited the wind ball for the first few times

There is always someone who would like to swallow a lie

Not to see the chains that have to be carried after the sweetness is over

A song is sung from the deepest love to the most perfunctory

Bad.

Broken cassette tape, it can't rewind

There's always someone who's been together for twenty years

But lost to a face that's na?ve or seductive

Viaducts are still spreading noisily

Skyscrapers divide the sky's view

Strangers in the rush of the crowd are still looking at each other with a different wish

We brush shoulders with each other when we don't know anything about each other

When we don't know anything, we'll never know.

5. White Clothes

Word: Darsity

Music: Hetu

Arrangement: Hetu

Sung by Hetu

Who has ever searched for me in the rain at the city gates

Carved in ancient landscapes and shining the moon in the night

How many songs I left behind

The ink I wielded at the bidding of the court, and how many I left behind

It was a long time since I was born.

Who understands my frustration and who knows my pride

Who has waited for me in the streets of fireworks

The wall of flowers that bloomed and then failed, only mottled

Who have I ever laughed with under the flowers

The woman of celadon, like water, smiled in serenity

When the years were still waning, I realized that I was no longer a young man

It was only when the years were still waning that I realized that I was no longer a young man.

The wind blew away the withered leaves and shook off the empty cicadas

Dropped in the courtyard full of peonies

Singing on the stage with a beaded curtain

How can I possibly let my pen be amazed

This white dress is ordinary and also customary

New lyrics are sung eight or nine times a night;

Changed with broken strings of the pipa and then came back again

We are singing to the wine at the pavilion at night

We are singing to the wine at the pavilion at night.

It's the same as the other way around. 

This white coat is the tie that binds and wears me out

The cup is empty, the glass is full, who will spill the wine

Throwing the messy rolls in exchange for my drunkenness

Even if you can't see what's in front of you

Whoever the wind and the rain are not changing the red building tour, can't be loaded with sorrows

The seat is full of poems and songs in exchange for hot wine, how can we go on the chessboard in this game

Dusty and dewy, the flowers are lingering in the back of the curtains

Buttonwood is a vast place, and it's not easy to find.

The bridge is opened by an umbrella in the light rain

A dream of yellow sorghum and a pot of wine

A white dress for a lifetime

This white dress is ordinary, but also habitual

New lyrics are sung eight or nine times in one night

A new lute with broken strings is sung, and then it is repeated

The evening of the pavilion with wine is a time to sing

Taste the taste of it is unchanged

The story is not half written yet

Who helped me write the past?

This white coat is forever and a moment

The oil of this night's lamp has been burned dry;

I haven't finished half of the story yet;

Who helped me to make up the past? 

6. The Ballad of Lingding

Lyrics: Fox Leaves

Music: Hetu

Disappearing flowers scattered to the ends of the earth

Let's not forget to go home

The shepherd's flute is melodious in the Ba River at the Qingming Festival

The people are brokenhearted, and the tears are falling like rain

The shallow pond is full of koi carp

Winds are blowing in a tangled way and the wind is blowing, and we are listening to a night's music.

Life and death are not clear, the snowy clothes are like flowers

The white hair is combing the hang-ups

Who is crying and hurting the walls of the city

Who is laughing and touching the bleakness of the sky

Who is laughing at the glitz and glamour

Who is quiet and doesn't need to speak anymore

The clouds are flowing away from me and the sand is flowing away from my fingers

Wind blows the old black and white paintings.

The willow you planted has new branches

The warbler flies and the grass grows in spring and summer

The fireflies are scattered and the sad song is peaceful

The souls that have traveled far are no longer looking back

The apricot blossom village is cooking and the smoke is coming up

Which journey of the zither disperses the sky

Who cries and cries darkens the sky and the wolves

Who smiles and laughs through the bones of the danza

Which journey of the piano disperses the sky

Whose tears and laughter darken the sky and the wolf

Who's green shirt was buried by the twilight

Who's dream still has butterfly wings spreading gently

Who cut the warm yellow candlelight for one night

The stone steps in front of the door had a few more rows of tears

Who pushed open the carved window

Though I am afraid that you will miss the incense that guides the way

The acacia fire is in a mess and the chilled smoke is slightly cool

You're on the other side, so do not lose it and do not forget it

There's a rhyme by the bridge.

Will the nursery rhymes by the bridge be sung

Singing of the past you left behind

Rain falls on the other bank, the river passes through the river of forgetfulness

Silent boatman, who are you ferrying across the river

Who's home is on the stranger's side of the curving water

Lighting of the lamp, the girl, has he come back

7.

Sung by: Hetu HITA

Merchants talking by the docks

The price of a bag of rubies sold today

I walked down the cobblestone steps

Thinking that fairytales could embellish a quiet life

What is the little cobbler looking for outside the tavern

Who is the one who should be stealing the rum

I started singing at the theatre after I got used to clearing my throat. I began to sing in the theater

But even the singing was a sideshow

I left that life in peace

I picked up my quill and tried to write again

The elf passed by the corner of my room

Saying that Ruscellida had sailed away in the night

I checked my ticket to the storms and the islands

The mermaids of the sea accompanied me

The lighter box said.

The flint box was lit in the dark by the old captain

Lighting up the swirls of the soul

I think I need to find the swan in this fairy tale

Those who can't read are wasting away in their busy lives

Listening to the strings of the marionettes that are talking between the lines

How can they know the heart of those people who can't understand

She is lonely and waiting for a castle

. She waited for a castle in loneliness

The legend of the rider who did not want to know

So I wrote in my travels

A record of the marks left behind in the 19th century

I'd buy the matches in her hand

And in my old age I would strike them quietly

The Tin Soldier of the Glow promised to accompany me on my journey

To find a smile on the street of the child who was lost.










































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