"Three Thousand Snows" is a song sung by Luo Yao, which is an ancient rhyme.
This song is full of the romantic style of ancient China. It is not only melodious, but also very artistic, with a strong sense of picture, which makes the audience fascinated, and at the same time can understand the author's reluctance and yearning for this emotion. "There is no one else in front of you, but you are everywhere" is probably the perfect interpretation of the author's current feelings.
lyrics
Look at the snow, three thousand.
The breeze makes you miss.
The moon is thousands of miles away.
People have not changed.
Waiting for the flowers to fall, three thousand years.
Get drunk today and wait for tomorrow.
Once upon a time, commitment was a kind of beauty.
In early spring, warm ice melts by the river.
The hot summer sun fell on the lotus.
An empty yard in autumn
Flowers are blooming all over the sky.
In a blink of an eye, it has been reincarnation for several years.
The world of mortals is like a circle.
How many times do all beings circle the red line?
Even if I pass by.
People come and go, people see people.
Go to the ends of the earth for one person.
Look at the snow, three thousand.
The breeze makes you miss.
The moon is thousands of miles away.
People have not changed.
Waiting for the flowers to fall, three thousand years.
Get drunk today and wait for tomorrow.
Once upon a time, commitment was a kind of beauty.
The world of mortals is like a circle.
How many times do all beings circle the red line?
Even if I pass by.
People come and go, people see people.
Go to the ends of the earth for one person.
Look at the snow, three thousand.
The breeze makes you miss.
The moon is thousands of miles away.
People have not changed.
Waiting for the flowers to fall, three thousand years.
Get drunk today and wait for tomorrow.
Once upon a time, commitment was a kind of beauty.
The snowfall is 3 thousand
The breeze makes you miss.
Li Qian ChanJuan hasn't changed.
Waiting for the flowers to fall, three thousand years.
Get drunk today and wait for tomorrow.
Once upon a time, commitment was a kind of beauty.
Once upon a time, commitment was a kind of beauty.