Music: Lin Hai
The sound of the pipa is still here today
Through the millenniums of searching, the old dreams are still vague
This sigh is the grief of the world
The sadness of the Xunyang, the end of the world, the tears of sadness
The sound of the pipa is still here now
Pipa is still here now
Pipa is played with a hand that is so clear and crisp. There is no place to send one's love
The sound of laughter has become a memory of yesterday
The pipa is played by my bare hands
There are tears in my eyes, and there are tears in my eyes, and there are tears in the world
There are tears in my eyes, and there are tears in my eyes, and there is no place to send one's love
The sound of laughter has become a memory of yesterday
The face of the redheads is old as the days of old, and there is nothing but sadness in the world
This sigh is a sigh of sorrow for many people on earth.
This sigh is the sorrow of the world
The loneliness of a thousand years of playing, sighing alone
The loneliness of a thousand years of playing, sighing alone
The lyrics: Bowen Dali
The music: Lin Hai
Pipa language - rainy night, remembering the Hedong gentleman
Plum rain
The Xiaoxiao diffuse xuanxian window fiber strands
We heard the frog drum whispering
The frog drum whispering
The frog drum whispering
We heard the frog drum whispering
Thoughts
Listening to the rhythm in the depth of the night
The strings are plucked again and again, the heart is fluttering
Yushan Mountain is disappointed to leave the old willows in the past
Who's feelings can be recounted
The sound of voices
Red faces are willing to give up their lives and laugh at the corrupted people
The heartbreaking paths of the rise and the fall
Without seeing the men who are brave enough to fight for the death
If you don't see the men, you will not dare to kill them. The water clouds are still there
The water clouds are still there
The water clouds are still there
A little bit of fragrance is dancing in the dream
The voice is telling
The red faces are laughing at the corrupted people
The sad road of the rise and fall of the world
I don't see the men who dare to kill
The water clouds are still there
The coldness is gone, and the water clouds are still there
The coldness is gone. The curtains are heavy and the brows are furrowed
The clouds and the water are still the same, and I remember the place where I went back
A little bit of fragrance dances in my dreams
The rain at the time of the plum blossoms
Slowly roaming through the windows of the Xuanxuan window
We still hear frogs and drums whispering
Thinking about a few times
Listening to a song in the depths of the night
The strings of a song are plucked to turn the hearts of people to flotsam and jetsam
Yushan, the old willows are disappointed in the words of a man
Who can recount the love of my life
The pipa sends its thoughts to the wind
A song of harmony
3. Song: Lin Hai (from "Pipa Xiang")/Lyrics: Lao Crow (aka Huayi)
Remembering years ago, when the small building was first painted by the rain at night, the coldness of the night rain.
The withered butterflies and remnants of dreams reside in the swing, watching the falling reds in disarray.
The fireworks are too much to cut, and the bells and drums are too late to sound the qiang pipe.
The dark water of the eider fragrance curls up the remnants of smoke, **** twilight day sun breaks.
The old moon, how can I see today's round?
The wheel of the cold blue abyss, snow clusters railing frost color dye.
This is the first time I've been back to the city, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it alone, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to make it work.
If there is any love in the world, it will never grow old, and the moon will never shine.
The words are late, and I can't bear to put my heart on the line.
Only the lute can solve my language, and the bleakness is all in the words.
The clanging of the lute and the cong cong, the song has been played a thousand times.
We remember how we laughed and laughed before we spoke, and how we met in our dreams.
The lute's words, the sound of the lute, urge the soul to scatter.
The wine is not shallow, the wind and frost blade old face.
Waking up, dreaming, deep love, shallow love, looking away from the mountain long mountain and broken.
It's just that I'm afraid I won't be able to look back and see my way back, and I'll be able to see the river and the sails that are far away.
They will be the only ones who will have a chance to see what's in store for them.
Winter clouds cover the sun and fly sheep, the dust of the past a disappointment.
This is the most difficult thing to do, and the lights are like beans.
The soul is tied to the yellow spring, and it has been a hundred years since I looked back.
[After Preface]
This love can be recalled, but at that time it was already lost.
Cold rain and wind, white candles are getting shorter. I'm not sure if I've ever heard of any other rhyme, but I've been listening to a song called "Pipa Song", and the strings are like a complaint, and the sound is like a cry, and I've been lying in bed with no sleep, and I've been so entangled in it, that I've been in a mist of floating clouds. Thousands of past events have surfaced one by one. I opened my eyes, not knowing where I was. Tossing and turning, tossing and turning, and finally sitting with his clothes on, recording a section of "Pipa Language", moving, feeling, heartstrings tugging. I have not been able to fulfill the intention of the song. I was very ashamed. I listened to it again, and the words and music were in harmony; between the bewilderment, I sighed and sighed again, and sighed and sighed again, and the "Pipa Language" was completed.
4. Pipa Language
To send one's love with one string and one column
Carved beams and jade floors hurt the parting
Fallen flowers have no clues
Shallowly chanting Cangwu song
Haunted by the loneliness of a cold scent of a dream
Who still remembers the hatred of the year
Wonderful to know one's own friend
Pipa Language
To the warmth of the first cold and the difficult to rest
To the warmth of the second cold and the cold is not enough
To the cold, it is very hard to rest.
The slightest hint of drifting away
The moon in the goblet of wine has already sighed
The west wind is blowing the idle clouds away
The idle clouds away
The sun is full of flowers in the mountains
The wind is blowing away
The residual cloud is gone
Back to the mirror
Playing it up again
The pipa is already sounding like a lute
The pipa is already sounding like a pipa
The pipa has already sounding like a pipa is sounding like a lute
At the same time, it is not as if it is the lute. >Regardless of the red tears, it is not easy to cling to each other
It is difficult to renew the broken strings
It is difficult to renew the strings
The winds are cold and the brows are cold and sad
The tears are hard to repress
It is hard to repress them
Where in the world is there no parting
The pipa's words
Drenched in the lonesome of life, a single tear drips from its mouth
Dreams of the river are spilled out
It should have been a sigh of relief
The dream of the river is full of wind and fluff
It should have been a sigh of relief
5. Pipa Language - Lyrics
Empty and empty, I can't see a round of quiet night light, two cups of turbid wine has been cold, delete the past.
Nai I'm hard to think about, it's you singing softly with, I don't know where the bright moon is, sweet panic.
Empty pale, do not see a round of quiet night light, melancholy white silk net, through the window have red begonias.
The salty tears swirling in the eyes, who's mang, slipped through the blood and tears to see the snow Hang, who gave me injury, pain injury, only I single only to see the slanting sun.
The strings are stiff, the Weiyang Palace dance alone white dresses, the east of the city that rouge workshop, the ghostly fragrance.
The green hillock, heard from afar that the ambition of the wolf will be buried rabbit, wiping tears standing monument empty sigh long, dripping water broken intestines.
The strings of the lute are stiff, and the wooden box hides the lute in silence, so it is difficult to know what the music will look like for several years without singing the lute accent.
To the mirror light red makeup, slowly speak, side ear listening to the wind put me crazy, slowly speak, slowly speak, speak all the world more vicissitudes.
Eastern waves, a river of spring water into the white porcelain tank, the east wind is powerless to bury the flowers, butterflies into pairs.
When the loom was spinning, the loom sang with joy, the falling flowers did not know that the falling flowers line, a section of the brocade rose.
The depths of the injury will not be hurt, some sadness.6. Pipa Language
The mirror is missing, the cold rain smells the bells in the morning and evening do not know
Loneliness of the green silk, who cares about the dawn wind and moonlight
Wish to be with you in life and death, but it's just that the yellow sorghum is easy to shatter
The end of the world is far away from the deceased, tearful eyes to see the thousands of sails
Vermilion string breaks the cinnamon shade, drunkenness incense is still there
Who played the song of the broken heart? The East Wind is broken, but the red face is saddened
Who will tell you the hatred of your life? Your brows are knitted together
The sadness and happiness of the world are changing
What was yesterday, what is today, and what isn't can't be seen at all
It's hard to meet the true love of the infatuated heart
Flowering is pretty, and the heartless man is holding the pin of amorous feelings in his hand
The song is over, but the people will disperse, and you will be dancing alone in the quiet of the water pavilion
The night is still awake, but the smiles of the past, and where are they now
The long road of red earth, the searching for the old world is far away. Forget me
You're the only purpose in my life
Even if the moment of meeting eyes is brief
I have the courage to go on with your memories
Dear you please don't remember me
I'd like to be a strange and beautiful memory to you forever
Reunion if it's a once in a while parting
I I'd rather not have familiar teardrops
I'm the one you don't cherish lightly
Obsessed like some of his words
My despair you never noticed
Let me grow old and cry in the midst of the hardship
You're the love I'm destined to be in
Loneliness as a life's consolation
Emptiness is the only memory of love
I forgot how to wait.
I've forgotten how to cry in the waiting
O(∩_∩)O~ It's quite complete, I hope it's helpful to you!