Hu Yanbin's "Farewell Poem"
The unsheathed sword is murderous
The windy and moonless battlefield
Thousands of troops and horses marching alone
He is a brave and good man
Love between children
Account of past lives
How can I forget your smile in my lifetime
Beautiful women’s tears can break people’s intestines
This is the rouge that can kill people
Farewell poem
Two or three lines
Written in three lines On the road of spring rain
If I could still walk beside you with an umbrella
Farewell poem
Two or three lines
Who will sing for me on the road to hell
If I could die by your side
It would not be a waste to come to this world
Hu Yanbin's "Beautiful Beauty"
p>Who do you want to drink a cup of sword-boiled wine without taste?
You say goodbye to me, you say goodbye to me
Can you love me or give me the scent of rouge?
God has it How long and how far
If you are a hero, you are destined to have no tears and no regrets
How dangerous this smile is, it is poison through the intestines
How beautiful these tears are Only you know
It’s ridiculous to live without you
I don’t want a famous name in this life
I just want a beautiful smile
This If I can still reincarnate
I am willing to be a cow and horse in the next life
I will also follow you to the end of the world
Who can I drink a cup of sword-cooked wine without taste
You say goodbye to me, you say goodbye to me
Can I love or give you the scent of rouge?
As long as the sky is and as far away as the earth
You are a hero. Destined to have no tears or regrets
How dangerous this smile is, it is poison that penetrates the intestines
Only you know how beautiful these tears are
It is ridiculous to live without you< /p>
I don’t want a famous name in this life
I just want a beautiful smile
If I can reincarnate in this life
I would like to be a cow and a horse in the next life
I will also follow you to the end of the world
Nanquan Mama "Mudanjiang"
Warhead:
The curved bridge is reflected in On this lake
Look at the happiness under the moonlight from the other side
The place where you and I walked on the bluestone old street
That section What do the mottled brick walls look like now
Things that cannot be reached are called distant places
Things that cannot be returned are called hometown
lara+warhead:
< p>Woo~Who is singing that song Mudanjiang outside the door
I listen to the sentimentality of your melodious voice
The wind chime shakes and rings crisply
The small village by the river is as peaceful as a nap
Who is singing the song Mudanjiang outside the door
I walk towards you with soft footsteps
The light of longing shines through Enter the window
The silvery white warmth is sprinkled on the childhood bed
lara:
The Mudanjiang has a few bends. We are not surprised if the little fish don’t get on the boat.
Search for the moon, set up nets, replenish the stars, serve wine to grandpa, and have a bowl of hometown
Mudanjiang has a few bends and small shrimp dumplings to dock, we have no time to pretend
Catching the moon, spreading the net, replenishing the stars, making soup for grandma and drinking a bowl of hometown