The sky is blue waiting for the smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you
The smoke rises up from the river
At the bottom of the vase, I carved the brushstrokes to resemble those of the previous dynasty
I'm waiting for you
The sky is blue waiting for the smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you
The moonlight has been salvaged, and clouds have opened up to the end
Like the heirloom of celadon porcelain. You are beautiful in your own way
You are smiling in your eyes
The blue and white of your brushstrokes turn from thick to light
The peonies depicted on the vase are just like your first make-up
The scent of sandalwood through the window is clear to me
The brushwork on the rice-paper has been put aside for half of the work
The glazed rendering of the maiden's picture has been hidden in a private place
And you smile sweetly as if you were opening up
Your smile is like a budding bud.
Your beauty drifts away
Going where I can't go
The sky is blue and the rain is falling and I'm waiting for you
The smoke rises up from the river
At the bottom of the bottle, the scribe carves a script that imitates the flow of the previous dynasty
Take it as a sign that I'm preparing for you
The sky is blue and the rain is falling and I'm waiting for you
The moonlight has been salvaged and the clouds have opened up.
The moonlight was salvaged and the clouds opened up the ending
Like heirloom celadon porcelain, it is beautiful in its own way
You have a smile in your eyes
The sky is blue and I'm waiting for you
Cooking smoke rises up from the river and it's ten million miles away
At the bottom of the bottle, I carved the scribe to emulate the elegance of the previous dynasty
Take it as an example of how I wrote for the sake of meeting you
The sky is blue and I'm waiting for you
The sky is blue and I'm waiting for you
The moonlight is salvaged and the clouds open up the end of the night.
The moon was salvaged and the clouds opened up the ending
Like heirloom celadon porcelain, it is beautiful in its own way
You have a smile in your eyes
The sky is blue, waiting for the rain and the sky is blue, and I'm waiting for you
Cooking smoke rises from the river and the sky is ten million miles away
At the bottom of the bottle, I carved an inscription that imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty
Take it as an example of the writing that I'm doing for the purpose of meeting you
The sky is blue, waiting for the rain and the sky is blue and I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for you
The moon was salvaged and the clouds opened up the ending
Like the heirloom of celadon porcelain, it is beautiful in its own way
You have a smile in your eyes
Hair is like snow
Wolf's tooth moon is haggard
I raised my cup and drank all the snow and wind
Who overturned the cupboard of a past life to stir up the dust of the right and the wrong
Rimming the word for a few rounds of reincarnation
You lock your eyebrows and cry, but you can't call me back
Even though the history of the world has turned into ashes, my love will not be extinguished
The prosperity of the world is like three thousand years of running water
I will only take a dipper of love to understand the butterfly that you have transformed yourself into
Your hair is like snow, and it's a sad and beautiful parting
I'm burning incense and I am touched by this
I invite you to let your memories be bright and clean
Love is perfected in moonlight
At least, I've never seen you in a world that was so beautiful, and I don't know why.
Your hair is like snow and tears fly
Who have I waited for to grow old
The years of drunkenness in the red dust
I carve a monument of eternal love for you with no regrets
rap:
Your hair is like snow and a beautiful farewell
Who have I touched with the burning of incense
Invite the moon to make memories clear
Love is perfect in moonlight
Love is perfect in moonlight
There is no doubt that I am a good person and that you are the best person in my life
I am the best person in the world. Perfection
Your hair like snow streaked with tears
I waited for who aged
Red dust drunken slightly drunken years
Wolf tooth moon I was haggard
I raised a cup of wine to drink all the snow and wind
Who overturned the cabinet of the past life to cause the dust of the right and wrong
Margins of several times
You lock the eyebrow to cry the face of the red can not be recalled
If you have been in the past, you have been in the past, and I am not sure that you have been in the future, I will not be able to get back.
Even though the history of the world has been turned into ashes, my love will not be extinguished
The prosperity of the world is like 3,000 years of water
I only take a scoop of love to understand that I only love the butterfly that you incarnate
Your hair is as snowy as a beautiful parting
I burned incense and touched the person who
Invite the moonlight to make the memories bright and clean
Love is perfect in moonlight
Your hair is as snowy as a fluttering of tears
.Who has aged as I wait
The years of drunkenness in the red dust
I carved a monument of eternal love for you with no regrets
Your hair is as snowy as your parting
Who has been touched by my incense burning
Inviting the moon to make the memories bright
Love is perfected in moonlight
Your hair is as snowy as your tears
Who has aged as I wait?
I'll keep you company in this life
The East Wind Breaks
A single lamp of sadness stands alone at the window
I'm behind the door pretending that you haven't left yet
It's lonely when you're revisiting old haunts and the full moon is even lonelier
The candlelight of the night's sobering fire doesn't bear to scold me
A jug of wandering is hard to get into the mouth
After you're gone, it's hard to get into your throat. The wine warms the memories and the thoughts are thin
How can time steal the water flowing east
Flower blossoms ripen just once and I missed it
Who is playing a song of East Windbreak on the lute
The years peeled off the wall and I saw when I was a child
I remember when we were young
And now the sound of the lute is haunting me and I am waiting for you to hear
Who is playing a song of East Windbreak on the lute
Who is using the lute to play a song of East Windbreak on the lute? The lute plays a song of the East Windbreak
The maple leaves color the ending of the story, and I can see through it
The old road outside the fence, I held you through
The years of smoke and grass, even the breakups are very silent
A pot of wanderlust is hard to get into the throat
After you left, wine warms the memories, and the thoughts get thin
The water flowed eastward, and how did the time steal it
The flowers bloomed, but I missed them. I'm just once ripe, but I missed it
Who's playing a song on the pipa
The years are peeling off the walls of my childhood
I remember when we were young
And now the sound of the pipa is haunting me, and you haven't heard me
Who's playing a song on the pipa
The maple leaves are coloring the ending of the story, and I'm seeing right through it
.On the old road outside the fence, I held you in my arms
A year of smoke and grass, even the breakups were silent
Who's playing a song on the pipa
Age after age, I saw my childhood on the wall
I remember when we were young
And now, with the sound of the lute, I'm waiting for you
Who's playing a song on the pipa
What's going on in the pipa
What's going on in the pipa
What's going on in the pipa
What's going on in the pipa, the wind?
The maple leaf stains the ending of the story, I can see through it
The old road outside the fence, I walked with you in my hand
The years of smoke and grass, even the breakups were silent
The Chrysanthemum Terrace
Your tearfulness
The softness of your tears, the sadness of your heart, the white of the moon's bends
Hooks me up with the past
The night is too long, and condenses into frost. Frost
Who despairs coldly in the attic
The rain plays softly
The vermilion window
My whole life on the paper is blown by the wind
Dreams in the faraway place
Turned into a veil
Diffused with the wind, your face
The chrysanthemum flowers are full of frost
Your smile is already yellowed.
Who's kingdom will be shaken for the rest of your life
The sound of horses' hooves is chaotic
My military attire is in full swing
The day is slightly light
You sighed softly at the night's melancholy so euphemistically
The chrysanthemums have been left frosty on the ground
Your smile is yellow and the flowers have fallen, breaking the heart of the people
My heart is lying still
Northerly winds are chaotic
The night is still young, but I'm not sure if you want to go to the beach, but I think it is time.
The night is still young and your shadow can't be cut
Leaving me alone on the lake
The chrysanthemums are left with frost on the ground
Your smile is yellow and the flowers are falling, breaking people's hearts
My heart lies still
The north winds are chaotic
The night is still young and your shadow can't be cut
Leaving me alone on the lake
Lan Pavilion Preface
The Lantean Pavilion Preface
Lan Pavilion Preface
The Lanting is like a flowing river
Pushing the door in the moonlight, my heart is as delicate as your footsteps
Busy as you are, it's easy to make a thousand-year old tablet, but it's hard to make a beautiful one
The real work is gone, but to whom can I give my true heart
The pastoral flute plays horizontally, and the yellow wine and small dishes are a few dishes away
Setting sunshine is like the shyness and drunkenness in your eyes
It is easy to write in ink, but the fragrance of the ink will not fade away, so I will stay in the same place with you. I'm waiting for you to come back
It's not about the wind and the moon, I'm waiting for you to come back
It's about the waves on the shore, I'm waiting for you to come back
It's about love, I'm waiting for you to come back
It's about love, I'm waiting for you to come back
I'm waiting for you to come back
I'm waiting for you to come back
I'm waiting for you to come back
I'm waiting for you to come back
I'm waiting for you to come back
I'm waiting for you to come back
And in your boudoir, the smell of rouge was left behind
The geese flew south, and when you turned around, you had tears in your eyes
Holding up a handful of moonlight, how can I sleep with my memories in my hands
And how could I? I have my heart sewed into my embroidered shoes, and I have a grudge against them
If a flower grudges against the butterfly, who would you grudge against
Nothing to do with the moon and the wind, I'm going to write an inscription for you and wait for you to come back
Hanging on to the pen, it's a perfect line.
Dreams are cold, and the debt of a lifetime has been tumbled over and over again
If you are not willing to accept it, you will have to wait for your life and death
Waiting for a circle of the wheel of the year
The pagoda has been broken, and the soul has been broken
The pain is going to the door, and a broken lamp is tipping over the door of the hill
Let me wait for the history of the world to be turned around
We are waiting for the wine to be fragrant, and for you to play a song. Guzheng
The rain is pouring down, the grass is deep in the old hometown
I heard that you're always alone
The mottled gates of the city are coiled with the roots of the old trees
The echo on the stone slabs is "Wait again"
The rain is pouring down, the grass is deep in the old hometown
I heard that you're still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the herdsmen flute outside of the city is heard in the village
The destiny is ours. We are the ones who have landed on the ground
Listening to our youth and welcoming laughter, we have envied many people
The annals of history, which are too gentle, are too harsh
The fireworks are cold, and people are easily divided
And you're asking me if I'm still serious
Who is waiting for you after a thousand years of accumulated love
And how can history be so true as to be a book of the city of Luoyang
Like the door to the city of Luoyang, which you have passed through in your past life?
Following the red dust, following me, wandering all my life
The rain is pouring down, the grass and trees are deep in the old hometown
I heard that you're always alone
The mottled gates of the city are coiled with the roots of the old trees
The echo on the stone slabs is "Waiting for me again."
The rain is pouring down, the grass and trees are deep in the old hometown
I heard that you're still in the city of loneliness
The sound of the herding flute in the outskirts of the city is heard in the wild villages of the city. In that wild village
We are destined to take root
The rain is falling, the grass is deep in the old country
I hear you're always alone
The mottled gates of the city are coiled with the roots of the old trees
The echo on the flagstones is Waiting for you again
The rain is falling, the grass is deep in the old country
I hear I hear you still guarding the lone city
The sound of the pastoral flute on the outskirts of the city falls in the old town
The sound of the pastoral flute on the outskirts of the town falls in the old village
You can not hear the wind does not exist is that I am feeling
Dreams wake up who opened the ending on the window sill
The future as thin as a cicada's wings can not withstand who to tear down
I sent you to leave a thousand miles away from your silent black and white
Silent era perhaps should not be too far away from each other in love
I sent you to leave the ends of the Earth
The sound of the piano is not a guess of life and death
The sound of tears in the forest to find pear blossoms white only a line of moss
The sky beyond the mountains, the rain falls on the flower platform my sideburns gray
The sound of tears in the forest to find pear blossoms white only a line of moss
The sky beyond the mountains, the rain falls on the flower platform I'll be waiting for you to come
A full body of glaze white and transparent to the dust Your flawless love
You came from the rain to poetize the sadness I'm drenched now
The hibiscus water is still picking boat rows of shadows, but you do not come back
Covered by the years, you said that the blossom of the past has become a blank
Wake up in a dream, who is on the window sill to open the end of the
The future as thin as cicadas can not withstand the demolition of the future
I'll send you away from the thousands of miles away you Silent black and white
Silent era perhaps should not be too far away from each other
I sent you away from the end of the world outside you are still there
The sound of the piano how to life and death is difficult to guess with a lifetime...
I sent you away from thousands of miles away from your silent black and white
Silent era perhaps should not be too far away from each other
I sent you away from the end of the world, are you still there
The sound of the piano is difficult to guess the life and death of a lifetime to wait for the
Terraced fields
Wenshan ah wait for you to finish writing the lyrics
I'm all about to release the next album
I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the next one, but I'm sure that you're not going to want to.
It's okay to take your time
I'll do this one myself
The terraces in my hometown during middle school
were the most beautiful green space I've ever seen
That's why it won me the best photo
I'm somehow in the picture
I can't even write the lyrics, but I look like a poet
I'm taking the bus to school
I look out the window and see that I can't see the sky
I can't see the sky. >
Looking out the window at the cows nibbling on the grass
It is an indescribable freedom
Hoi Ya E Ya Na E Na Ya Hei
Oh, my dear cows
Hoi Ya E Ya Na E Na Ya Hei
Oh, where have they been
The small gutter next to the noodle shop
It's a small gutter next to the noodle shop
It's a small gutter next to the noodle shop
The small gutter next to the noodle shop
I'm not sure I can write the words. The gutter by the noodle shop
holds our dreams of growing up
Skipping around innocence to harvest time
The sweat of the people mixed with satisfaction and laughter
is the image I can't bear to part with right now
Another one of my exhibits
Relying on my memories
Painting in oils
Getting the award
What good would it do? What's the point
It encourages you to remember more
I'd love to rip it up and give it back to nature
How come there are more hotels in the terraces
Sitting inside and watching a Western movie
A few water buffaloes have been turned into paintings and hung on the wall
Symbolizing people's prosperity
A bunch of tourists occasionally try to look out the window to see the tourist attractions
But all they see is a picture of a man in a room. p>
But all they see is a hotel one floor higher than the one you're staying in
Hoi Ya E Ya Na E Na Ya Hei
Oh, my dear cow
Hoi Ya E Ya Na E Na Ya Hei
Oh, where did it go
Multiple utilization of the area
Right or wrong? Utilization is right or wrong
Selfish human beings wolf is not wolf
Destruction of the natural ecology will not be very tired
You say that for the sake of art to cut down a tree
Sauce is right or wrong
You say that for the sake of decorative please ask me what is the matter
Is not the only thing you can do is to use a camera to record the nature
Take it to the next generation of the next generation of the next generation of the next generation of the next generation
We have to use a camera to record nature
Please do not use a camera to record nature.
Pathetic
Forests and green spaces have become documentaries
Not to smell the greenery
Only to enjoy the pandemonium
I can't educate you
I'm not your teacher
I'm not a headmaster
And can't give you a slap in the face
Slap... Long... Long... Long
You don't really want to hear it
I know but I can't help it
I just have to write it
You may never be able to realize
We under the microscope
will be more realistic and selfish
This kind of art is really hard to comprehend
The Nyonya
Nyonya Nyonya but You still bend a willow every day
You are there waiting for me at the mouth of the stream outside the village
Mother still bends a willow every day
You are there waiting for me at the mouth of the stream outside the village
A pot of wine and a bowl of hot congee with a few kilograms of beef
I said, "Is three taels of silver enough for me?"
The scenery of the autumn is cool and the yellow sands are cold. The yellow sand is cold
The inns in the north of the country are crowded with people and the pastures are not as thin as my horse
The world has seen the tides of the rivers and lakes, and what grudges and faults are there
After so many years it still makes one sad and heart-broken
My mother waits for me in the south of the Yangtze River, and she is silent in tears and words
My mother is still folding a willow branch every day
Besides a stream outside of the small village, she has been waiting for me.
Silently waiting for me
Hometown father and mother have long aged silhouette
Mother I owe you too much
A pot of good wine and a bowl of hot porridge with a few kilograms of beef
I said the store Xuan three taels of silver enough
Scene of the autumn days of yellow sand cold
The inns of the northern part of the country is full of people and pasture there are no horses.
The end of the world is full of frosty and lonely near the hometown of me
Love to send red beans love to send red beans can not help in the sea of people drifting heart broken
Mother her people in Jiangnan waiting for me tears do not stop speech silence
The Compendium of Materia Medica
If Hua Tuo is born again
Changing the world are healed
Foreign countries have to learn from me. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get the best out of me, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of me, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get the best out of me.
My marvelous in the pill box open
Own to dominate some helpless
Eagle air in this mourning pointing to the window sill
Repeat this city and wait for it to wake up
My entrance again pill box open
Book mouth is entrapped in the beautiful wear
Calmly go to see the first out of the wait
This pig is quite down turn around Leave
Practice what Dan practice what pill
To get to the demonstration of today can not accompany the mother to eat can not be so slow
Insert the tortoise carry to Yunnan Baiyao and also Cordyceps
Their own music themselves can be separated to be just right
Listen to me is about to dial the gap should be wider
That letting go of the Materia Medica to see some more 3 points to say
That let go of this herb to see more 3 points to say
This is the first time that I have seen this pig to see the first out of the mouth.
Long life "basket" a sail across the river and lake
Our own brain really happy we must not lose
It's this over it's this over sing together
It's this over it's this over eh
Let me pick a recipe for a perfect infield in the phrase
Together to look forward to the front there is the power of that don't know!
My marvelous in the pill box open
Own to dominate some helpless
Eagle air in this mourning pointing to the window sill
Re-pop this city and wait for it to wake up
My entrance door again pill box open
Book mouth is entrapped in a beautiful wear
Calmly go to see the first out of the wait
This pig kinda down turn around! Leave
Shanghai 1943
The yellowed Spring Festival couplets are still on the wall
Vaguely visible are a few words of peace and prosperity
At the old family home, where I have not been back to the rice bowl
Grandpa wrote a full in regular script
Golden kudzu crawled all over the carved doors and windows
The setting sun slanted on the dappled brick walls
The house, covered with beech wood panels, is a beautiful place to live. The zelkova boards of the house are still filled with
Grandma's bean paste
I look at the black-and-white photos and start to imagine
Papa and Mom in those days
A girl speaking soft Wu dialect walks slowly across the Bund
Disappearing old times
1943
On the road of memory
Time has changed so slowly
Time has changed so slowly
Time has changed so much
They are not the only thing that has changed. It's so slow
Old neighborhoods
Small alleys
The faint melancholy of white walls and black tiles that belonged to that era
Disappearing old times
1943
The fragments that I look back on
Have some weather
Old turntables
Old suitcases
The iron box full of star films hides a rose. A rose petal was hidden in the tin box
Golden kudzu crawled over the carved windows and doors
The setting sun reflected on the mottled brick walls
The beechwood-paneled room was still filled with the smell of the bean paste that my grandma had made in the old days
I began to imagine in the black-and-white photos
My dad and mom in those years
A girl who spoke in a soft Wulong dialect walked slowly across the Bund
The girl who spoke in a soft Wulong dialect walked in a soft Wulong dialect. The girl walking slowly across the Bund
Gone are the days
1943
On the road of memories
Time is slowing down
Old neighborhoods
Small lanes
Some of the whitewashed walls of those days are faintly melancholy
Gone are the days
1943
When I look back, I can see a fragment of my life
When I look back, I can see a fragment of my life
When I look back, I can see a fragment of my life
Dad and Mom.
There is some weathering
Old turntables
Old suitcases
A rose petal hidden in the tin box full of star films
The Golden Armor
Sword like a rainbow, lightning like the wind
There's a dragon in the east that's as deadly as the wind
The situation is as empty as a sky
General, I'm as bold as a crowd
There's a dragon that's as strong as a wind
And I'm as proud as a crowd. General, I'm as fierce as the crowd
Golden armor is like heavy iron
Jin Ge has made my heart as empty
The scenery is different
The roles are different
The attacks are different
Confusion will never end
One is as quiet as the pines
A thousand years of the same
Empty is empty
Thank you for the blood. armor I waved tears to kill
City full of chrysanthemums whose world
City full of chrysanthemums whose world
City full of chrysanthemums whose world
City full of chrysanthemums whose world
Court full of wolves and smoke and wind and sand
Life and death are but a scar
Everyone around is down and out
No one around is talking about
Pedestrian drifters drifted drifted drifter
Drifted drifter all alone
Loved ones have taken their seats
Warriors meet if
Who's world is full of chrysanthemums
Wolf smoke and sand in the court
Life and death are just a scar
Bloodstained armor, I'll kill in tears
Watch who falls when you're knocked down
Love, hate and joy left behind by history
Who is in the midst of the chaos of arrows and dashing
Two Daggers
Translated through the lens. History to the Imagination
Eight centimeters of documentary footage admired from a distance
The two opposing sides of good and evil I clenched my fists and began to get used to it
The means of retaliating in kind
The wind
Hovering smoke filled the air
The incense that I had lit in reverence
I prayed for peace
From the rooftop, I look down at the violence in the Spinning in place
The answer to the previous generation's solution was to smile and not resist
The rain-soaked Tang suit that sigh was very oriental
I can't stand to see dignity wounded family so poorly
Slowly circling around the martial arts hall
Moon directly above
The color Chinese yellow
Through through the lens of the re-scoring of the history of the imagination to the human being
The bridge of the eight-centimeter documentary is playing
At a distance, I admire the two sides of good and evil
I clench my fists and begin to get accustomed to
The tactic of an eye for an eye
Fear comes from giving in
The front of the twin swords
My murderous spirit does not turn
The power that turns its back on me
Its But I was injured myself
The lower right of the twin swords
I wielded the swords to break it off
I saw through all the grudges
Danfeng-eye gaze
The chaotic era of "Chaotic Dance of Spring and Autumn"
The imperial court was in the midst of corruption
Man-made disasters caused the natural calamities
Eastern Han Dynasty collapsed in one night
The map of Kyushu has been cut into three pieces
Separate reading of the Three Kingdoms' history of prosperity and decline
Want to go and see
Look and see and come back
Swords, swords and clubs
I'll tell you what I said offhandedly
It turns out that there really is a time machine that is so exaggerated
Traveling through space and time is both addictive and arrogant
What if you have to go back and forth?
What if I don't come back
It's a little nerve-wracking to be honest
Ah ah ah
I'm standing on a cloud
I'm slowly heading towards the Central Plains
Villages are scattered ahead
Changan is in a state of turmoil
I'm looking up at the sky to watch the Dipper fall to the horizon
And instantly heroes are appearing like ghosts
I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I've got to get back to my life. Attacking
The five senses almost left the body
Fortunately there is a time machine I thank you
Cao Wei lords in
Shu Han many talents
East Wu generals strange
Seven stars scattered Zhuge Liang's heavenly destiny does not come
These books have records
Not that I'm making it up
Wait until the east Fish-belly white
I'll come back to you
Hi, hi
Knife in my mouth
Speak the song
Thousands of years of grudges
Announcements
Life scribbled
I'm bending down
History reincarnated
Turning around and forgetting
Huang Turban Thief
Don't make any noise
Our grandmother made noodles with water
Put down your knife
If you want to eat your fill
Go to the emperor and ask for it
Yellow Turbans Don't make any noise
Our grandmother burned wood to make dumplings
Put down your knife
If you want to eat your fill
Go to the emperor and ask for it
There is no reason to forget about it.