At the time of falling flowers, we meet again. Song: Huashan Lyrics: All the leaves have fallen, catkins are flying and falling in front of the flowers. The dust in front of the flowers is veiled in the past. The spring light is like an illusion. In the field at dusk, red pods are picked up. Looking back, I want to tie up the blue silk ribbons into my eyes. Whose reflection is caught in Whose thousand-year elegance is exchanged for the elegance of this life Whose persistence leads to the steps of the next life Whose blood-stained vows are willing to paint the dungeon just for the cinnabar in the heart Walking on the yellow sand, laughing and chatting, wind and rain spread into the wilderness, all living beings cycle through reincarnations, love and hate are caught in the turmoil of the three realms, madness unfolds, tentacles fight, where will we go? In one night, the spring breeze urges pear blossoms to travel across the mountains and rivers. The beautiful paintings can't hide the concern between right and wrong between the brows. The thought of success or failure instantly turns into an empty armor. The night tour is not young, Mo Yu is separated, and I am drunk until I rest. Who is this crazy young man who meets me? Looking at the vastness of the sky, the beauty of the city is smiling. The warm shadows of the snow are reflected in the running water, and the memory is deep. The spring day on the road is full of apricot blossoms, and I prefer the red camellia. This is how I met the boy who is crazy about red camellia
Meet you again when the flowers are falling
Lyrics: : Huashan Lyrics: Floating Night Singing: Mo Ke - Alan Wei; Bai Bing - the white-haired witch Bai Bing: When the flowers fall, it's time for you to carry your piano case again, and your servants are walking around in the south of the Yangtze River. Play until now, a good night, lead to a good night, lead to the sound of immortals, Mo Ke: When the flowers fall, we meet again, the old beauty is new, now we meet, now, let’s dance to a song. Last year, the Begonia Jade Palace was startling, with long sleeves and a phoenix in the sky. The body is like a willow, and the body is like a willow. The passionate white ice: It turned out that he was really a master of Mo. The song he performed at the Beijing Art Pavilion, "Little Girl," is particularly vivid in my memory. Mo Ke: Haha, compared to Bai, when everyone danced "Phoenix Walk" and attracted all the birds, I don't dare to be called everyone. Bai Bing: Mr. Mo’s musical attainments are beyond the reach of this little girl. Mo Ke: Today we only talk about art and theory, nothing else. Bai Bing: The little girl will perform a dance first... Bai Bing: If we gather together, the voice of Begonia Flowers, if we cherish each other, the Begonia Flowers' old residence, I have finished the cup, but the dance is not yet finished. Mo Ke: When the flowers are falling, it is time to sing a song for me. Understanding the piano, cherishing the piano, dancing together, singing together is a rare thing in life. A close friend is rare, so I cherish it. Play a song, play a song, flying geese flying on the white ice: Where are you going next, Mo? Mo Ke: Let’s walk around. Let’s go outside the Yumen Pass first. I’ve always wanted to see the scenery outside the Great Wall, but I can’t always play that kind of flavor in the music. Bai Bing: So, little girl, here’s a toast to everyone. Don’t worry about the road ahead without friends. Just remember to have a drink today. Dry! Mo Ke: Hehehehe...fuck it! Bai Bing: The word fate plays several strings in the south of the Yangtze River. If we cherish each other, the begonias will still live next year. One song will be played and one dance will be completed. Bai Bing: In the season of falling flowers, I will dance for you again. If you play the piano and cherish each other, the piano and dance will be together. It's rare in life to have a close friend. It's rare to cherish the falling flower dance. Falling flower dance. Farewell line Mo Ke: It's the season of falling flowers again. When the music of the piano plays, I untie the box and sit in front of the emperor to play the night. I see you again, with long hair like snow, and see you dancing with long sleeves. Qingyue sighs softly and sighs goodbye