Who's flute is playing far away
How many years have passed in this life
Who's silk string is broken
The west wind is cold
Who's eyebrow is restrained, and who's dancing with his sleeve in these years
Who's fighting for a sword at the end of the world
Who's been away from this life for a while
When the time of the flower is far away
The time of the flower is far away
The years are over
Why don't we just forget each other in this world
There is no wind, no moon, and no stars in the sky tonight
Listening to the sound of the flute in the clouds and smoke
Seeing that the flowers are gone, the sky is full of hate
When we meet again, we will know that we are not yet done with our lives
If we wave our sleeves goodbye to each other, we will see the clouds in the sky
Who would be the first to say goodbye to the world in the future
What would be the second to say goodbye in the future?
The mountains are snowed in, and life is over
This evening and the next, a hundred years have passed since we last saw each other
Sighing, I can only sigh for the vow he made
A thousand years of curses have been broken
Who's prayers were fulfilled
He didn't see her, and she's kept her life far away
Why not just leave each other behind in this world
There's no wind, no moon, no stars tonight.
When we meet again
Who's flute is playing far away
How many years have passed since the flute played
Who's flute has broken the silk strings of the brocade
Leaving the west wind to chill the building
Broken Strings
Audio Monster
Women: The phoenix flowers have bloomed, and the seven-stringed zither is so loud, it penetrates your soul. I saw the candle flame in your hand on the night of parting. Female: The sound of broken strings tells me that I miss you very much. Male: The sword breaks the loneliness on the battlefield. Female: The snow falls between your fingers, the heart burns with tears. Male: Melting the red dust and the purple strata. Male: Looking back to the green history of the yellow earth and the mountains of the rivers and the mountains seem to be like clouds of smoke. Male: The snow and the wind annihilates the sound of broken strings and makes a piece of love a wasted time. Female: The phoenix flower blooms and watches the flames of the fire. Wrong Female: I saw the candle flame in your hand on the night of parting Female: The sound of broken strings lightly told me that I was thinking of you only a few times Male: The sword broke the loneliness on the battlefield Female: The snow fell between her fingers was a tear that fried her heart Male: Melting the red dust and the purple strata Male: Looking back at the green history and the yellow earth, a touch of the rivers and mountains seemed to be like a cloud of smoke together: the snow and the wind annihilated the sound of broken strings and a piece of love into a wasted period of time The strings were lightly plucked and the love was hard to hide
The Chess Game in the Pine Window by Hita
There were times when we remembered the game of chess and the bamboo shadows of the square. The two trousseaux are in a small window and the heart is as quiet as tea when the scales were made into a field of fame and fortune the black and white were flipped in the palms of the hands how can we allow the game to fade away look at this gentleman's behavior and hide the righteousness and purity of the black and white one after the other all things in the world are pale and yellow one after another this goes away one after another the rotting axe a few chilly fangs the square and circle of the universe all the worlds are cool and cool why don't you just chant "Go away" the winds and the moon clear and the line goes on and on stopping when you stop the clouds and the sky and the earth and the sky and the earth are open to you. The water does not compete, there is no competition, and we can forget each other. The dew drops and the sound of the bamboo leaves fall with a new frost, and the fingers are still cool when you are at ease, after the chess game in the pine window.
Dreams of Orchidland
The Evening Breeze smoothes out the lake, and the rain falls, and the swaying bamboo shadows reflect the dimming of the lamps far away, and the paths of love and hate are hidden by the sword and the knife, and the narrow paths open up to the destiny of the world. The scriptures say that people and ghosts are good and evil, and that the world is cold and warm, and the waves of smoke surround the streams of the old days, and the lips of the Zhu Zhu are gently opened, and the green threads are caressed by the breath of the blue orchids, and the smile is charming, and the eyes of the starry-eyed man are looking forward to it, and the candlelight lights up a lifelong obsession, and a thousand-year dream of a return to the Orchid of the grudges and the two gatherings and dispersals (white) Ning Cai Chen: The frosty sky of the Ten Mile Pinghu Lake is full of frost, and Nie Xiaoqian: the green threads of the green threads are sad for the years of China. Ghosts and spirits together, but black and white clear (female) light veil over the ancient temples, moonlight gradually dyeing the far side of the quiet Chen flute blowing the red dust melancholy sadness and joy of the scriptures say that people and ghosts, good and evil, the world's feelings of coldness and warmth of the smoky waves back to the old streamside (together) the lips of the light opening of the green threads of the gas caresses like an orchid smiling wryly, starry-eyed streaming is looking forward to the candlelight ignited the lifelong entanglement of the millennium dream back to the Lanzhou grudges and feuds of two gatherings of the dispersal of the female) to be the thousand years dream back to the Lanzhou grudges and feuds of two gatherings of dispersal of the dispersal of the dream back to the Lanzhou
Shake Immortal: I've seen flowers blossom and die many times, picked many sweet or bitter fruits, brewed many kinds of good wine, but I've only ever met one person who can raise a bottle*** to drink ......
[Demon Monarch]
Thousands of cups are exhausted, and a smile will wipe out the grudges of the past <
Dreaming of the light and thinking of Chinese years
A clear song without words
Sighing of the red dust and the wind and the rain
The song has not yet ended, but people have already dispersed
Leaving the world behind and being independent without sleep
Whanging Immortal: This year, the Frost Chihuahua will bloom, right? ......
Demon Monarch: The Frost Chihuahua will bloom, right? ...... Could it be that you want to send me a lingering dream ......
Waking Immortal: It's a pity that by the time the "lingering dream" is ready, you'll still be here, but I don't know where I should be relegated to. ......
Demon Monarch: Very well, then I will seek the fragrance and go to throw myself into the net once more.
[Fairy]
Window shifting shadow, birds chirping in the stream
Silk and bamboo ringing, how many times
Vague night breeze, fragrance dyeing the light strings
Borrowing a life, exploring the world
Who is the red thread, secretly holding it
Hurrying in the floating life, I don't know where to go
[Demon]
Three lifetimes of the stone, the Lotus of the Heart
Sandalwood incense, the stone is the only thing that is not in the world. Nearby, far away
A long-lighted lamp will lead you to the other shore
[Fairy]
What year will it be when we meet again
Don't laugh at me, I'm an idiot
When prosperity falls, I'll see the blue waters of the sky
[Demon Monarch]
Thousand cups of wine are finished, and we'll end all our grudges with a smile
Dreams of light and the years of China
There is no word of the songs we've been playing.
[Wobbly Fairy]
Sighing at the red dust, the wind and the rain
The song has not ended, but the people have already dispersed
Leaving the world behind without sleep
Wobbly Fairy: ...... Tell me how to get drunk ......
This is the first time I've ever seen the world.
Demon Monarch: Ha~ You have to wait for this mountain to bloom with peach blossoms, a cup of blooming dew, you can drink a hundred days of drunkenness; wait for a childish child to change into a senile old man, a pot of boiled wine, you can drink a thousand days of drunkenness; and in his years if you are separated from the next world, you stumble upon the place where my bones are buried, and you can drink alone, and you can drink for a long time without waking up.
[Combined]
Take a pen and dip it in new ink and forget the old face
[Demon ruler] Remnants of the candle tears and embers of the empty (wobbly fairy: tears and embers of the empty) [wobbly fairy] weary of the depth of a few heavy (Demon: who enters the dream)
[Demon ruler] condensing frost night (wobbly fairy: condensing frost night) [wobbly fairy] the moon seems to be timid, flowers like snow (Demon: urging the face of the red)
[Demon ruler] to listen to who said forever (wobbly fairy: say forever)
[Demon ruler] listen to who said forever (wobbly fairy: say forever)
[Demon ruler] to hear who said forever (wobbly fairy: said forever)
Whose who walked by your side and held on to the past emerged one by one at the end of the dream, who stayed, who waved, who wiped away the sadness on your brow, who held hands, who let go, who stayed, who glanced back, who brushed by, who wasted time in the thousand years of time and space, who opened the curtains of the turning of the time and the confluence of the blossoms, as if the air was filled with your scent, your thoughts, your entanglement, your growth. Your breath thoughts entangled in long hair combing your attachment to love you is watered with life out of the flowers in the dream who is the figure who awakened the dusty heart in the dream to see you smile salty thoughts still hanging in the corner of the eye hands interlocked and clasp hands do not want to miss the absence of you who can read my loneliness as long as you can keep your embrace at this moment who cares about the end of the world who is still standing outside the window who is still waiting waiting for the haze that will never be dispersed is what Gradually cold and lost in the ocean of time searching for the road why is always so long turning the track of time blossomed confluence as if the air is also filled with your breath thoughts entangled in the long hair combing your attachment to love you is watered with the life of the flower who is still standing outside the window who is still waiting waiting for the haze that will never dissipate what gradually cold and lost in the ocean of time searching for the road why is always so long
"Fate of the Windfall" HITA
"Fate of the Windfall HITA
The Duke of Heaven tilted a little and spilled a pot of wine to dissolve how much of the human world is fate and wind flow, spirit and beauty on the brow, the lofty spirit stored in the chest, seven points of insanity and three points of gentleness, true and false, all for the sake of fame and fortune, to bring to the wine, sound and color, but the skin and bones and flesh of the human world, many sadnesses, how many people can be free to lean on a tall building alone, always singing and waiting for the madness of people who are hard to take back. I'm not sure if I can escape from the troubles of my destiny, but I'm sure if I can step through them without looking back, who can live a life free of bitterness and joy? It's the right time to let go of all the plots, the conspiracies and the disputes, and to see that the winners and the losers have their own reasons for the grievances of the last night, and to laugh at the similarity of interests after waking up from the dream, and to have a few cups of wine and a confidant, which I have.
Where does the blue sword come from in the falling flowers, when we meet a beautiful woman, we smile, just for the hero, the bright moon knife I don't understand the world's dreams, the red dust, the floating world, the world is empty in a flash, the strong spirit of the sky, how to walk alone on a thousand mountains, how can I bear the passing of time, how to carve a flower cage, how to make a silk heavy, how to make my old friend snuggle up with the willow willow, the dream of a choking on words, tears into the smoke and waves of the tens of thousands of blade blade, sword, cold, the swaying jianghu, which causes love and sorrows, the sound of the Xiao Xiao, who has pity for the girl, alone, to comb her makeup. where does the green sword come from, when we meet a beautiful woman, she smiled, just for the hero, bright moon knife. p>Audio Monster &W.K
(Demon) Who is the chessboard for when the rain hits the eaves? Black and white interlaced with the color who point a stroke of dye. Cup light wine drunken slightly drunk gently shaking the fan, lowered eyebrows chanting a sound slow. （Who played the chess in the yellowed memories? The temperature on the chess pieces is blurred and clear. Step by step, it becomes a game, but in the end, it is still a mystery that cannot be solved. (Demon) In my whole life, I've only pushed open that door for you, and for whom I've been hurt in a generation of time. The black and white thoughts (cun) hold a pair of people, from now on do not ask the years to float and sink. (W) a lifetime only for you to compose under the Acacia Bureau, a lifetime can not walk out of a life and death Bureau. I can't finish writing this song of love for each other today, and I will meet you again in the next life. (Chorus) The Acacia people, the Acacia chess, the Acacia game, the Acacia game. Black and white are silent, but the love of each other has passed through ten thousand words. (Demon) When will you cut the western window? The words of parting have not yet been finished, and the mountains are already in a daze. Who's murmuring in the haze in the ear? I'm sure you'll never forget that you're young and you know each other. (W) rice paper ink color halo scattered poetry not line, heart blood red take a bead drops on the South. One step, one chess piece, weaving a black and white net in the star compass. (Demon) Who is playing chess in the dream? Black and white meet. The moves are well thought out step by step, and a glimpse of ten million miles. I would like to play with you only, spring, summer, fall and winter, and my love for you has become a game. （Who is playing chess in the dream? Black and white meet. Misty obsessed with you, or is it chess? I am with you all the time, and we have become a game of chess, and we have become a tacit understanding. (Chorus) When we met again in front of the painting hall at the time of the falling flowers, we played ten games against each other by the side of the lake. The ink color of the water and the sky was adjusted for who, and the picture was dappled by several times of spring and autumn. The end of the game for you to play a broken string, scrolls closed to cover a period of Shaohua years. Carefully this love will be flicked into a strand of red thread, dyed in the landscape. （The moon is shining brightly, the best people are lovely (liao), a chess game is reflected, (W) the moon is shining brightly, the best people are lovely (liu), who will play chess with me? (W) The moon shines brightly, lovely lovely (liu) Ruoxi compose the meaning of lovesickness, (H) the fall of the son has no regrets, a chess game of lovesickness.
Solo Drinking
The winter wind is silent, and the evening bell is dialed, who is in tears, the remnants of yesterday's glass is still reflecting your smile, and now a piece of frozen You said that there is still me in the red world, but why did you let go of your hand? Bitter wine down the throat, one person inside the house alone, alone drinking, after a lonely lamp, the shadow of the person is thin, do not ask, do not turn back to the drunkenness of sorrows, the falling snow and the remnants of the red, why is it still the same tide and the tide, and the empty loneliness of a ghost like the shadow, can not be by me (interlude) ) The winter wind is silent, and the evening bell is being rung. Who is the one who is in tears? Your smile is still reflected in the glass of yesterday, but now there is a cold place left. You said there was still me in the red world, why am I still there? Why have you gone away? Today's events are just like a dream, and when I wake up, there is no rain, no wind, so don't ask me if I should turn back, I'm drunk, I'm sad, and I'll be playing alone with my qin, no one to hear me. The tide rises and falls, and the river goes down, as it did yesterday, but there is only one boat left. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and then you have to pay for the services you need, and then you have to pay for the services you need. (Chorus) How many things have happened to you and me, the moon and the wind. (Chorus) The end of the world is my own, the clouds of Chu color are light and the river is clear. （Today, I'm lying on the floor with my wine, and I've been moved by a pool of stars. The daylily leaned on the drunken relief , past events into empty. The past has become empty. A cavity of tenderness accompanied by flying flowers and fireflies. Any spring breeze ten miles warm chest, across the willow outside the buckskin smile forget. (Small W) Chase the frontier horse and ****, with wine and love. The gulls want to go down to the island, a hook of the moon hanging three stars. The blue blood is dyed on the green front. The same game of human flyhomes. The yellow warbler crowed a few times, and the wine on the pillow was slightly awake. (Little W) The flowing water and flowers are like a dream, and several peaks on the river are green. When I look back at the past, who can determine the gathering and dispersal? The first time I saw this, I had to go to the hospital to see the doctor, and then I had to go to the hospital. Let the spring breeze warm your heart and cross the buckskin outside the willow and forget to smile. (The old monster) Chiu Chiang and horses and ****, with wine and love. The gulls want to go down to the island, a hook of the moon hanging three stars. The blood of the blue is dyed blue. The same game with the human fly. Let the spring breeze warm my heart, and I'll laugh at the buckskin outside the willow. (Chorus) Ride the frontier with horses and ****, and drink wine to your heart's content. The gulls want to go down to the island, a hook of the moon hangs three stars. The blue blood of the blue blade is dyed. The same game on earth.
Burning heart hijacking wangle
Delusional thoughts obsessed with anger into the red dust thousands of miles of cool like Xu difficult to remember the deceased far away to the Ming Dynasty dream as disappointing as far away from the stand as if the first encounter Lingding back silently banyan stained with a full of moonlight quietly looked at the but already feel at hand the distance from the end of the world who are not fortunate to be able to play the play how can I stay white this life to appendix to write the end of the game of the weak water, drunk a cup of not too late to give up a water without traces of all the laughs to pay a long time to look back to the sadness and happiness of nothing. >
PS: basically are Mo Ming Chess Miao song, very awesome yo, if you still want, you can search Mo Ming Chess Miao, most of them are ancient style (*^__^*) hee hee ...... (ahem ahem ahem ...... looking for dead me) ...... Hope to adopt, bow~)