Pipa Language
The mirror is missing, the cold rain is smelling the bells, and I don't know what's happening in the morning or evening
Loneliness, who cares about the moon at dawn
I wish to follow you through life and death, but it's just that the yellow sorghum is so easy to break
The end of the world is far away from the late man, and I can't help but see the thousands of sails passing by with my tearful eyes
The vermilion strings are broken, the laurels are still there and the fragrance of intoxication is still there
Who will play this song, which will shatter my heart and break the winds?
Who will tell me about the hatred of my life? My brows are knitted
The world is full of sorrows and joys
What was yesterday, what is today, and what isn't can't be seen at all
It's hard to meet a true love in the heart of the infatuated
Flowering is pretty, and the heartless man is holding the hairpin of the sentimental man
The song is over, but the people will part, and I will be dancing alone in the quiet watery halls
The night is not yet sleepless, and I can't sleep, so I can't see my former smile today
It is a long road to seek you, but I missed you. But I missed you
It's hard to lock up my heart, but it's hard to find you
It's hard to lock up my heart, but it's hard to find you
It's hard to lock up my heart, but it's hard to find me
Love and hate and all that stuff, all that stuff, all that stuff
The moon is as long as the moon is full without any hate
It's a mess of flying snow and I'm alone, and I'm alone, and I can't wait for it to end
A wind blows through, and flowers fall down, and it takes away my love and my heart. A wind blows over the flowers and takes away the tears of longing
Who can tell us about the cold and the warmth of our lives, only to realize that fate is as light as a feather
Hoping to be together is not as good as forgetting each other in the jianghu lake
Pipa Language: Remembering the gentleman from Hedong on a rainy night
Raining in Plum Blossom Time
Siao Xiaoxiao roams through the delicate threads of the window of Xuanxuan
When the frog drums are whispering, it is not as bad as hearing the frogs' drums. I can still hear the frog drums 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 road of the rise and fall of the world
I don't see any man who is bold enough to kill
The coldness is all the water clouds have gone, the water clouds have gone, the water clouds have gone, the water clouds have gone, the water clouds have gone. 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 heartbreaking 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 cold water is still there
The cold water is still there
The cold water is still there
The cold water is still there
The cold water is still there
The cold water is still there 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
Thoughts of 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 the people of YuShan
The pipa is the only purpose in my life
Even if the moment we meet is short
The pipa is the only purpose in my life
The pipa is the only purpose in my life
The pipa is the only purpose in my life
Even if the moment we meet is short
The pipa is the only purpose in my life
The pipa is the only purpose in my life
Even if the moment we meet is short
I have the courage to go on with your memories
Dear you, please don't remember me
I would like to be your strange and beautiful memory forever
If the reunion is a bone-chilling parting
I'd rather not have the familiar teardrops
I'm the one you don't care to cherish
Like some of the obsessions of his words
My despair you've never been able to keep.
My despair you never noticed
Leaving me to grow old and cry in the midst of hardship
You are my fated love
Loneliness as the solace of life
Emptiness is the only memory of love
I forgot how to cry in the midst of waiting
"Pipa Language"----- Lyrics 2 Lyrics: Jiangnan Xiu Shi
The sound of the pipa, still resounds here to this day. Through a thousand years of searching, the old dream is still vague. This sigh, is how much grief on earth. The end of the world drifted down Xunyang, sad tears drop.
The sound of the lute, to this day, is still ringing in this. The hand to get the pipa, pipa crisp ringing Dingdong Dingdong. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
The sound of laughter has become yesterday's memories, and the hand of the lute, the lute is crisp and clear, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at you.
The sound of laughter has become a memory of yesterday. The old man is not as old as he used to be, and he is empty of sorrows. This is a sigh of relief, is how much grief on earth. The first thing you need to do is to play all the thousands of years of loneliness, and then sigh alone.
Playing a thousand years of loneliness, alone, sigh.
"Pipa Language" - Lyrics 3
Tune: Lin Hai (Recorded from "Pipa Phase")/Lyrics: Old Crow (aka Huayi)
Remembering the past years, when the small building was first painted in the cold 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.
It's a pity that the curtain is rolled up and the spring is late.
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'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal out of this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal out of this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal out of this. I can still remember
Confused and confused
Pipa language
To the first warmth and cold, it is difficult to rest
The slightest hint of drifting intentions
Sighs of sighs in the moonlight in the cup of the goblet
West wind blowing the idle cloud scattered
Idle clouds scattered
Sun full of thousands of mountains and flowers full of embankment
Wind blowing the clouds scattered
The remnants of the clouds scattered
Returning to see the bright mirror, I can see the remnants of the clouds scattered
Playing the lute again
The pipa is already weeping
The red tears are moist on the green coat
The earthly destiny has passed away like running water and it's hard to cling to each other
It is hard to continue the broken string
It's hard to continue
The wind has made the cold eyebrow sad
The tears are difficult to repress
It is hard to suppress
Where on earth is there no parting from each other
Where in the world is there no parting? No Parting
Pipa Language
Soaked in a lifetime of loneliness and tears
Dreams of the river countryside are full of wind and flotsam
Originally I should have sighed
Dreams of the river countryside are full of wind and flotsam
Originally I should have sighed
Pipa Language - Lyrics 5
Empty sky, no quiet night light. Not seeing a round of quiet night light, two cups of turbid wine are cold today, 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 is spinning, the loom is singing with all its heart, the falling flowers don't know the falling flower line, a section of the brocade rose.
There is no hurt when you are hurt to the depths of your heart.
Pipa language -------- six
Wind is light, the dust and smoke are dispersed, the heart is empty, and the turn of the head is the time of spring, think carefully
Suddenly, I heard the sound of the pipa, and the pipa is whispering until the dawn of the day, a few times to leave the fall of the feelings of my heart to tell the story
Sighing at the twilight of the silk strings, the silk strings cut and messed up my heart, but I would like to ask to the sky to ask the world, who is destined to be the fate of the world? I can't stop this life, so I don't need to ask
A glass of wine, I'm so naive, but now I'm going to play the broken strings for the man in my dream
It's time for a new song.