Lyrics: finale composition: river map
Arrangement: river map
Singing: River Map
He read the Four Books and Five Classics several times in the evening.
It's her childhood friend, so there's nothing to guess.
She studied ink under the lamp and put a pair of eyes on it.
Watch him study hard at the cold window for ten years and swear to go to the golden palace.
Send your lover to the ferry.
She said she would wait for you all her life.
He said he would wait until he came first.
I will not live up to your gentleness.
For eighteen years, waiting for her to stand on the mouth of the scarlet letter.
Eighteen years of tenderness, he slept in the bright moon building.
Lonely sails sail leisurely.
Take away all her joys and sorrows.
The willows on the riverbank are inextricably linked.
We can't let the river continue to flow.
See the flowers bloom and fall in spring.
Autumn wind blows the moon in Xia Na.
Winter snow is another year.
She waited until people were thinner than yellow flowers.
In the evening, she turned on the light on the river and looked down several times.
A few geese broke in the clouds, and the west wind blew away many thoughts.
I think he is the number one scholar who grinds ink under the lamp.
After he returned home in clothes, year after year.
Who did it before the horse crossed the border?
Turn around and ask for a glass of wine.
Ask in a low voice whose girl it is.
As beautiful as flowers and jade for whom?
For eighteen years, waiting for her to stand on the mouth of the scarlet letter.
Eighteen years of tenderness, he slept in the bright moon building.
Lonely sails sail leisurely.
Take away all her years.
The willows on the riverbank are inextricably linked.
We can't let the river continue to flow.
See the flowers bloom and fall in spring.
Autumn wind blows the moon in Xia Na.
Winter snow is another year.
She waited until snow covered her forehead.
Listen to the wake-up call.
In the story, she is still waiting.
The storyteller said at the beginning.
Who wet the sleeves with low tears?
She walked past the willows on the bank.
Scarlet mouth at sunset
The scenery is still as gentle as before.
But the river has gone away and never looked back.