Song Address:/13118534
Composer: Finale
Composer/Arranger/Singer: Hetu
He puts the lamp on at night
Reads the four books and the five sutras a couple of times
It's her who is the youngest of her childhood sweethearts and the two youngest of her children who guards the side of the room
She puts the ink on under the lamp
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman with a pair of eyes in her hair. She said, "I'll wait for you all my life."
He said, "I'll live up to your tenderness when I'm successful in the exams."
Eighteen years of waiting, she stood on the ferry.
Eighteen years of tenderness, and he slept on the moonlight floor.
The lonely sail went on forever. The lone sail went on a long journey
taking all her sorrows and joys with it
The willows on the embankment could not hold the river's flow
Watching the flowers bloom and fall in spring
The autumn winds blew the summer moon away
Winter snows came and went for another year
She waited until the people were more thin than the yellow flowers
She lit her lamps at night
The river's clouds looked down a few times and she saw the moon's light. She looked down at the river and the clouds several times
She heard a few broken geese in the clouds, and the west wind blew away her thoughts
She thought about him and studied his ink under the lamp
She was a scholar with a thousand words
We waited for him to return to his homeland and waited for one year and another year
Who passed by on a horseback crossing the river
Turning back to fetch the wine, she took a sip
When I asked who was the girl, she asked who was the girl who had a flower like a jade, for who was the woman who kept the flower like a jade? For whom is she like a flower
Eighteen years of waiting, she stood on the ferry
Eighteen years of tenderness, he slept on the bright moon building
The lone sails went on their way
Taking all her years away
The willows on the embankment
Can't hold back the river
Watch the flowers blossom in the spring and fall again
Autumn winds blowing away the summer months
Winter snow is coming and going.
The winter snow is another year
She waited until the snow filled her brow
Listening to the waking wood close
She still waits in the story
The storyteller closes his fan and tells the story from the beginning
Who looked down with a tear on his sleeve
She walked through the willows on the embankment
She walked across the ferry at sunset
The scenery is still as gentle as it was in the old times
But the river is still as gentle as it used to be.
But the river never returns
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Sitting alone in the sun, it's getting cold and frosty, and the clouds are long with the wild geese
After the dance of neon dresses and feathered clothes, we sang songs of the old days
When I was drunk, I remembered to be with you, and I was drunk and laughing.
What's the harm in letting loose
The years that have passed since then have been as swift as a shuttle, and the light has flowed as fast as a shuttle, and who will be the one to go up to the tallest building in the world
The full moon is like an eyebrow, and who will be the one to teach you to play the flute under the moonlight
Why do you plan on getting drunk on your wildest days, when you're already thinking about the past
The snow hasn't yet disappeared from Mount Kunlun Mountain, and the boats on the Lancang River have already been lost
Who will be the one to blow the cock in the azalea's voice?
It's a bridge to the wind and moon
There's a great deal of sadness, and there's a great deal of calamity, and there's a great deal of blood covering a beautiful city
Many lovers are obsessed with butterfly dreams
It's possible to laugh at the wind and moon, but I'm afraid of the coldness of the cold rain and the coldness of the cold rain and the coldness of the rain and the coldness of the smoke and the coldness of the rain and the coldness of the smoke and the coldness of the cold rain and the coldness of the cold rain and the coldness of the smoke and the coldness of the cold rain and the coldness of the cold rain and the coldness of the smoke and the coldness of the cold rain and the coldness of the cold rain and the coldness of the smoke and the cold rain.
The wild geese in the sky and the chrysanthemums have been destroyed, and I'm alone with the maple leaves
How can we know that love is like flowing water and hate is like a chain of memories of the river and the river of forgetfulness
The apricot blossoms and spring rains are the dream of Jiangnan, and the forty-eight bones of the bamboo umbrellas are the dream of Jiangnan
The sadness and happiness of this hurried world is said to be dulled. I'm not going back to the mountains, the cold water and the moonlight
I'm on the bridge of the moon and wind
The sorrows of the world are endless, and the blood of the blue is covering the city
Many lovers are lost in a butterfly dream
It is possible to laugh at the moon and wind, but I'm afraid of the coldness of the cold rain and the coldness of the rain and the coldness of the rain and the coldness of the smoke and the coldness of the smoke and the coldness of the rain and the cold rain and the coldness of the rain and the cold rain and the coldness of the smoke and the coldness of the rain and the coldness of the smoke and the cold rain.
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Original Song: "Farewell Poem" by Robin Hu
Lyrics/Sung by: Finale
Green Bamboo Stick
Treading on Mango Shoes
Treading all over the cold mountains to see the red leaves
Who can hold the moon in the sky
There is a wheel in the water, the clear light is flickering
Emperor
Thousands of years of work
Who will write the crimes of a hundred generations
When will the delusion of this life
Who will smile up to the sky with a tear in his eye
There are no doubles
There are no doubles of hates
It is only hateful to think about each other and look at each other but not be close to each other
I don't know who the sky is springing for
The people of a lifetime
A lifetime of hate
Who's watching the moon at the end of the world
Who's pouring golden bottles on the terrace
Lift up your eyes
Moon slanting and night deep
Sword and sword field
Life and death robberies
Eight years of nightmare and blood of the Xuluo
Silver vase fell to the ground and the pearls and jewels were spilled
Lonely light in the marquee cracked
In vain, we plan to make a fortune in this world.
In vain
The sadness of parting
Who is asking in the ear
Looking over my shoulder
The snow of the world
Laughing that no one has ever solved the problem of life before and after
No one has ever been the same
No one has ever been the same
Only the hatred for the love of each other and the lack of love
What is it that makes us lose souls
I don't know who the sky is for.
The delusion of this life
When will it end
Who will write about the crimes of a thousand generations
Who will smile up at the sky and shed tears
The moon in the water
When will the clear light shine
There are no doubles
No double hates
It is only hateful to think of and to look at each other but not to be close to each other
To fight to teach the souls of the two places to be destroyed
I don't know who is the spring of the sky
I don't know what is the spring of the world
I don't know what is the spring of the world. I don't know for whom the sky is springing
Lifelong people
Lifelong hatred
Who is at the end of the world to see the bright moon
Who is at the platform pouring out the golden bottle
Lift up the eyes
Moon slanting night deep
Jade Zhi
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Original Song: Xiang Xiang "As You Like It"
Original song: Xiang Xiang "As You Like It"
Lyrics/songs: Falconer's "The Best of the Best"
Lyrics/Sung by: FinaleThe walls of the illusory dynasty
Written all over the past of the spring rain Fei Fei
The sound of the eaves ticking
Dampening the long corridor of time
Who sings on the stage
A thousand years of infatuated wounds
Who looks down the stage
Dreams of tear-soaked Home town
Comprehending the direction of destiny
Completing the once-in-a-lifetime flight
Guiding the gaze of the legend
Eternity is long enough to imagine
Blowing a white orchid dress
Moonlight's vague ink fragrance
Saying a section of Jade Mantle
Paper on the earth's old age's fragrance
Step by step, all are sad.
Ringing in the window
Taking off the jade bracelet, the magnolia falls
If there is a promise, a promise of life and death
The moon turns into a moon, and the sky surrenders
Shaohua withers, the nine dragons go by the waves
War is a blaze, and love can be thrown away
Silhouettes depicting the palace walls
A dragon's roar, a dragon's cry, a dragon's cry, a dragon's cry.
The dragon's roar enters the blue sky
Thirty-three palaces to see
The highest is the sky of hatred
Top of the Forbidden City My fate is my own, but not God's
What can the world do to bear it
Counting the difficulties of the 400 illnesses
The most bitter of all is the longing for you
The watery sleeve is pulled up, and then we sing of the broken waters of Autumn
The negative face of a woman's heart becomes a gap
The sound of a new night, the sound of a window, the sound of the wind, the sound of a new moon, the sound of the moon.
Ringing in the evening, shadows on the windows
Taking off the jade bracelet, the magnolia falls
If there is a promise, a promise of life and death
The moon turns into a moon, and the sky surrenders
Shaohua withers, the Nine Dragons go by the waves
War rages on, love can be thrown away
Cutting silhouettes depicting the palace walls
Augulo dragons whistling, enter the blue sky
Seeing all the thirty-three palaces
The tallest of them all. The Heaven of Hate and Separation
Top of the Forbidden City, I'm not in control of my destiny
How can I face the world's lamentations
Counting the difficulties of the 400 illnesses
The most bitter of all is the longing for one's love and affection
The watery sleeve pulls up, and then we sing the song of the autumn water breaking down
Negative of my face and heart, the word "missing" has become a gap
Seeing the 33 palaces and queens
Highest of all is the Heaven of Hate and Separation
The top of the Forbidden City My fate is mine but not God's
What can the world do
Counting the four hundred and four illnesses
The most bitter thing is the longing for you
The water sleeve is pulled up and sung again, the autumn water is broken
Negative of Zhu Yan, the heart has become a missing character
Watching all the thirty-three palaces
Higher than the sky of hatred
Counting the four hundred and four illnesses
The most bitter thing is the longing for you
The most bitter thing is the longing for you. p>The most bitter thing is the longing
These are the only ones that come to mind for now .... I'm not sure if I can find any.