I'm looking for all the songs from Flowering World by Celestial Paper Kite.

Lotus Smoke Original Song: Makiちゃん What "Smoke" A Lotus Step is not Smoke A Pond of Nymphaea A Piece of Phoenix Bamboo Leaves A Clear Stream A Shallow Phoenix Bamboo Grove A Light Willow Flying Swallows Canghai Lotus A Bottle of Wine Ten Miles of Red Lotus Linlin Rain Falls by the Bridge A Sail of Tongyun Closed Moon Pouring the World's Beauties Face Alone in the Window A Slanting Shadow of the Moon Miss Yaoxue First Time Seeing A Glance at the City Forgotten the Prosperity of Thirty Thousand Peonies Peony Park A Flame Lotus Like Blood Saying Goodbye to a Light Coat Stained with Leaves The Mayfly's Life Is Shallow The Mayfly's Life Is Shallow The Mayfly's Life is Shallow The snow, buried in the air, wishes for a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life, a whole life. I remember your wish, the phoenix feather will fall, and the merchant will part forever, the pear will fall like snow on the cold steps, the water is weak, the water is three thousand, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, the water is weak, and the water is weak. The Nymphaea is most pitiable. The flowers are intoxicating.　　The flying phoenix sings a sad song, the nine heavens whistle, long-lasting love, the leaves of the phoenix in the bamboo grove are yellow, the flowers in the garden are all gone, the winter is over, and I've got a boat on the lake, and I've got a flute, but I've heard a flute, and I'm in pain, and I don't know why I'm in pain, but I'm in pain, and I'm in love, and I'm in long-lasting love, and I'm in love with you, and I'm in love with you, and I'm in love with you, and I'm in love with you, and I'm in love with you, and I'm in love with you. The Immortal Sword is fluttering in the air How many wronged souls have died in the dagger? How many people have been separated in laughter? The scenery is still there, but the state of mind has been dimmed. The entanglements of this life are only the gossip of the next life. The Phoenix Nirvana is reborn in the fire. I wish that you would bear the sins of the world, and I wish that you would be with us for a long time. The past and the present life are like a dream. The Nymphaea is pale, the phoenix is singing through the dust and smoke Yi smiles, the mist is dispersed for thousands of years Yi is annoyed, he smiles at the sadness of the floating life (the phoenix dances in the sky, the nine heavens) Yaoxue is filled with snow, the red veil is covering the bewildered eyes The fire is heavy in the sky, the fragrance is clear, the fragrance is endless Pointing the green lotus, the flowers are endless The wings are wandering in the sky, the only sleeplessness He smiles, the vermilion sand is falling on his eyebrows (it seems like he has seen it before, but he can't see it at last) He is annoyed, the jasper is falling into the Yellow Springs (in the future, I'll serve the violet, and I will become a heavenly being) The butterfly is dancing, the sword is mournfully leaving The love is not yet disclosed, the jade piper is playing 　　（The wind is clear, the tea is smoky, and the lotus flowers are in full bloom.　　The old dream was in vain, and I sang ...... helplessly. ......) Between the bamboo forests and the dark clouds, the moon was brimming with love strings.　　The lone lamp is accompanied by a white dance.　　On the top of the snowy mountain, the sword of the dead soul, but the smile is only speechless.　　Drunken face of the king, no regrets and no complaints.　　I am willing to be drunk for a thousand years for the flower face, and my sword is compassionate to the world and the living beings.　　(Dance of the Lotus, the Phoenix Nirvana) Between the bamboo forests, the dark clouds are slender, and the moon is brimming with the strings of lovesickness.　　Lonely lamp, dancing.　　On the top of the snowy mountain, the sword of the dead soul, but the smile is only speechless.　　Drunken face, no remorse.　　Cold dreams, heavy nightmares, the moon is not full.　　The willow eyebrow, the red face from the clean.　　Pick up the autumn leaves, broken autumn lotus, mottled several destinies?　　The tip of the jade finger, red dust has been annihilated.　　The Bamboo Pavilion is only a cool cup of wine, and the floating clouds are telling of the sadness of separation (looking over the fence, don't say that you're disappointed) The jianghu is far away, and the slanting sun is near, and the sky is far away from each other.　　The evening wind is at rest, and the stars are brightly lit.　　The sound of Xiao is chaotic, the sky looks like blood, and the birds fly away in sadness.　　With this sword in hand, the long ditch and the flowing moon are in full bloom.　　Drunken flowers, drunken face of the king.　　 Hundreds of generations, thousands of autumns, the marriage destiny thing is extinguished at one time, difficult to save the heavenly moon, short-lived flowers, golden bottles of wine, flying snow at the end of the world, the plume feather **** Xiang palm destined to extinguish the snow, chi, cold jade, proud of the mountain tops, the autumn water days, playing the sword song for ten thousand times, the sadness of sunshine blood, burying the withered face, the Bongtian Shenshui, the long dance of the purple shadow of Qian, the mayfly life, the shallow life of a mayfly, the fall of snow, willow flute pharynx Long distance, long-distance, the red dust of the Naihe sky, purple strangers, a dream, all without words, the small building, the night rain, blowing down the apricot curtains, the water, the flowers, the three lifetimes of hatred and separation, Phoenix, the Nirvana, the fire, bathing heavy lotus, Phoenix, the Bamboo forest Suddenly, the old memories are like those days. Nymphaea bloomed in the sky, and only ten miles of colorful phoenix danced without (mo) young man in the spring of Chinese years, so drunkenly falling down to the nine heavens, the blue lotus flower eyes are fascinating to the eyes, and you will not see the end of a piece of flute, and the paper kite floated on the heavy fire in the moon. If you're with the phoenix, you'll be able to see the flowers in the water, the Nymphaea's red sky, and the beautiful smile, you'll be intoxicated, you'll be able to see the flowers in bloom, the water, the sky and the sky, and there's a hundred miles to go, and there's a hundred million things I'd like to do, but I'm crazy about it, I'm tired of it, I'm mad, I'm tired of it! The Nymphaea rose from the sun and the sky was red like a cloud of red. If you are intoxicated with the phoenix, who can fly on the same wing and fly the same way in a hundred different ways, you can be with me alone. The phoenix is on the other side of the world. Song: Matsumoto Takahiro - "Hua" Lyrics: Cher No Dust Fall What's happening in the past The phoenix is in a state of tranquillity, and the phoenix is in a state of disarray, and the flowers are in a state of disarray, and it's rainy and gloomy. Whoever plays the flute in the heart of the lake, and the nightingale cries in the sunset, and the blue lotus is pouring down on all of us, and he looks at me with a smile and cries, and I cry and cry, and the light of the blood is flying out, and I'm wearing a lotus dress and I'm in a state of sin, and I can't wait to see who gets drunk, and who gets drunk in the moonlight, and I don't see the king fluttering on the top of the snowy mountain. At the top of the snowy mountain, the cold jade and lingzhi are in the air, and the plum blossomed into a smile. The secret of the underworld, the blink of an eye, the absence of the tea, the end of the bright sun, the end of life, the end of death, the end of sorrow, the end of life, the end of life, the end of life, the end of life, the end of life, the end of life, the end of life, the end of life, the end of life, the end of life, the end of life, the end of life, and the end of death, the end of life, and the end of death, and the end of life, and the end of death, and the end of life, and the end of death, and the end of death, and the end of life, and the end of life, and the end of death, and the end of death, and the end of life. A thousand times, the cold mountain bends down to pick up the maple leaves, and who dots the vermilion sand and turns the ink into snow? The origin of sinful retribution is nothing but destruction, and the fire burns all over, sealing the preservation, but the face of the flower is as beautiful as blood, but there is no flower like blood, and the nightmare of one person in the bamboo pavilion is miserable, and the cold night is long, and the autumn lotus will never be extinguished, and who will be drunk with the moon? Who will pity the flowers in the sky? The frosty forests are stained by the frost, but the world has been robbed a thousand times, and the cold mountains are covered with maple leaves, and the sinful origins of the sinful deeds are only destroyed, like the morning dew, the ten miles of red lotuses, the beautiful wines, and the clear moon, and the evening lamps between the bamboo, and the begonias at sunset, and the cold daggers and blades, forged for the phoenix, and the jade plumes, and the flowers are sad, and who will look at the flowers on the way home?　　The winds are strong, the silks are disheveled, and I am despondent.　　The phoenix is asking for help, the phoenix is sadly leaving, the sycamore is perched on the tree, two memories of each other.　　The threads of love are broken and become illusions, and the destiny is dispersed.　　The shadow of the body is left behind, the shadow of the dream is appending, and the purple eyes are turning a thousand times.　　Bamboo forest stream, the leaves fall in the autumn wind.　　When I traveled to Fengtian and sank into the water, I felt the fragrance of the lotus, and in the blue water, a song called "Laiyi" was played.　　Promises are made, sorrows are broken, and the appointment has become a thing of the past.　　The nightmare is hurt, I keep a piece of paper with a tender heart.　　The mayfly is dead, but it's just a moment in time. I'm only here for you, on the fire. I'm only here for you, with the lotus. Flowering World Rouge Tears Song: Yano Maki - "Nocturne" Lyrics: Miyazaki & Misty Enchantment Sung by Saiko Plume Feather Sword Phoenix Folding Jade Bamboo Dash accompanied by lovingly Looking back, he showed his face Cinnabar a little bit of colorful between the eyebrows The phoenix stayed in the air The phoenix was alone and far away A song of "Lai Yi" A song of parting of the world The appendix is obliterated by who's face Saffron Courtyard Yao Pond side of the next world about to swim in Bongtian The red world is envied by everyone. The lotus and the phoenix have fallen in love, and what can bring us together? The phoenix has fallen, the lotus is in smoke, and the first time we saw each other is over, and the old face is broken, and the new one is joined, and the old one is gone, and the phoenix is changed, and the water is empty, and the life and death are parted, and a bottle of wine laughs at the red lotus, and who is obsessed with who, who is beautiful, and who is missed by the sword, and the mute sword, and the mute sword, and the mute sword of yesterday. I hope the moon will be full. Have you ever seen the winds and flakes in the city? How can the broken brocade catch the old beauty? Who cries, who laughs, who complains? When the plums are yellow, the rain is drowning. Whose hatred, whose love, whose wish, whose wedding clothes are like fire, whose jade is smoke, whose red lotus is spreading its wings, whose prosperity is all gone, and whose glistening is difficult to see, and who can't sleep, whose tears are in rouge, whose sleep is difficult for a lonely Phoenix. Phoenix Song (Bubbling) "Tenderness is like water." "Dance to the end of the Nymphaea." "The wine is empty." "Promises are gone with the wind." (blisters) "Remembering yesterday's events." (mint) "Love and hate are in a hurry." (blisters) "We can't meet each other when we think of each other." (mint) "We can't meet each other when we're nowhere." (blisters) "Turning our eyes to each other is like laughing at a dream of yellow rice sorghum." (mint) "The old dreams are left empty." (blisters) "Who was the man who shared these dreams with me." (chorus) Who has this dream been with? Who has this dream been with? Who has this dream been with? (Mint) Autumn rains have left the building empty, the new bamboo shoots have become phoenix bamboos, and years have gone by, and the sky is a lone canopy, no peach blossoms to smile at, no tears to stop the endless thoughts, the wine is cold, the lamps are swaying, and the yellow springs are falling, and where can I find you? Who has traveled thousands of miles, who has traveled thousands of miles, who has traveled thousands of miles? (Blisters) When will my eyes return to the dream of yellow sorghum? (Mint) We meet in the dream (ah~) (Blisters) This dream is only with you (Chorus) This dream is only with you (Chorus) This dream is only with you