Lyrics: finale
Singing: River Map
Lightning across the mountain that cut through the sky.
[00:36.90] Shuttle through the clouds and disappear.
[00:4 1.36] Finally, the meteor dragged the flame.
Take away the 1000 words we created.
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When I was a child, I thought the world was an eaves.
Then everyone wants to see the horizon.
Before you leave, make your wish.
We all agree that no matter how far we go, we will not change.
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[0 1:02.52] Looking back under the eaves, the smoke has been extinguished.
Don't leave until the Big Dipper appears.
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[0 1: 17.00] The winding route is full of thorns.
Where shall we go after farewell?
How many gentle starlight can you see when you look up?
[0 1:28. 17] How many silent lines of sight are there in the dark?
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Remember to read that crying poem.
[0 1:35.5 1] The sunny and warm courtyard in my dream.
[0 1:39.27] The first song I wrote was sung a thousand times.
[0 1:42.9 1] The passing garden blooms instantly.
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The kite ran aground under a cloudy sky.
How many times does a butterfly need to flap its wings to fly over this hill?
[0 1:58.72] The voice of forgetting slowly emerges.
The breeze blew across the grass and flew all over the sky.
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The dreamy courtyard is still like a picture scroll.
In what year did rain drop from the top of the mountain?
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I met myself yesterday and read it.
The past at the crossroads
The curtain slowly opened and applause continued.
How many people are waiting for the performance with great expectation?
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The promise was fulfilled and ten thousand people cheered.
Yesterday was suddenly full of photos.
The lights on the agreed stage are too dazzling.
What crossed my cheek and blurred my vision?
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Yesterday I met myself and read.
At the crossroads, I was at a loss and looked around.
The curtain slowly opened and applause continued.
How many people are waiting for the performance with great expectation?
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[03:4 1.04] Ten thousand people cheered when the promise was fulfilled.
Suddenly, yesterday was full of photos.
The lights on the agreed stage are too dazzling.
What crossed my cheek and blurred my vision?
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At this moment, I am singing my dreams and realizing them.
A continuous encore performance in the spotlight.
I am looking for a face in the sea of people.
This song is for you. I hope you can hear me.
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[04:16.58] = = = END = = Word: Pillow Stone Tingquan
Song: River Map Singing: River Map
[0 1:04.56] The snow in Lhasa has been chaotic for thousands of years.
[0 1:08.07] pile up quietly until the world of mortals is annihilated.
[0 1: 13.63] The incense in your hand burns clearly and secretly.
Footprints in the snow are deep and shallow.
[0 1:2 1.89] seems to be a language with no ending.
[0 1:32.03] Kneel in front of the snow-capped mountains.
[0 1:34.89] whispered a bunch of wishes.
Follow the crowd for a few blocks.
[0 1:43.79] Sitting on the roadside, sipping buttered tea.
Dreaming of Maggie Amy's face.
[0 1:56.47]? Expectations are shallow.
Legendary love is always beautiful in distant places.
At the end of the story, no one said anything.
I looked up and saw a different blue sky.
She sat beside the Potala Palace.
Thought about it for a long time.
How many times have you walked the lazy street?
Wind horse also observed for many days.
People around you have faint smiles and sighs.
It suddenly began to snow under the sunshine and rain.
What do you know between the four seasons?
Can't you just put it down? Expectations are shallow.
The legendary love has always been beautiful in the distance.
At the end of the story, no one said anything.
I looked up and saw a different blue sky.
She sat beside the Potala Palace.
Thought about it for a long time.
Clear snow and rainy night and moon
[04:2 1.98] The trajectory in the fog began to become obvious.
Since then, the mood is no longer deep.
Say goodbye to those sad words.
Flowers planted in previous lives will eventually bloom.
The roadside in this life
I woke up and forgot the snowstorm at night.
I just feel more in my dreams.
It will disappear one day.
Even though we used to be so close, words/songs/arrangements/singing: river map
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Is there time to look back?
Look at me again.
I can't tell the horizon apart.
Did you light a red cloud or a flame?
What kind of life is the end?
I realized that I couldn't say goodbye.
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Is there time to run out?
Feathers become thoughts.
Is it fate or nightmare?
Did you rob the ash or light the kitchen smoke?
Which idea will never die?
Nirvana or eternal memory?
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[0 1:0 1.22] Turning into the western starry sky is the end of your reincarnation.
[0 1:06.58] How long did it take from silence to eternal life hourglass?
[01:11.17] You are staring at my face in the afterlife by the Santu River.
[0 1: 15.90] I planted Datura, which made my memory of past lives profound.
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How many times does it take to leave to light the flame of the phoenix tree branches?
How many 500 years have I walked in the world?
[0 1:30.6 1 Who can remember the past when Datura blooms?
[0 1:35.2 1] Who was robbed by whom became his obsession.
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Is there time to run out?
Feather into miss.
Fate or nightmare.
[02: 15.67] Is it robbing the ash or the cigarettes you raised?
Which idea will never die?
Nirvana or eternal memory?
[02:26.28]
Becoming a western star is the end of your reincarnation.
How long did it take from silence to eternal hourglass?
You stared at my face in the afterlife by the Sandu River.
I planted Datura, which made the memory of past lives profound.
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How many times does it take to leave to light the flame of the phoenix tree branch?
How many 500 years have I experienced in this world?
Who can remember the past when Datura blooms?
Who should be robbed by who has become who's obsession.
Lyrics meaning
This is a beautiful myth related to fire. In the legendary Arab kingdom, there are a pair of divine birds, the male is a phoenix and the female is a phoenix. At the age of 500, Ji Xiangmu set himself on fire and was reborn. From then on, it was delicious to death. On the majestic Grand Braque Mountain, full-color laser lights reflect the sky and clouds that have just been visited for several kilometers. Flames as high as ten meters burst out from the top of the mountain and waterfalls flew down. In the blend of water and fire, the phoenix sings and burns with chords, deducing a myth of 500 years ago and a beautiful legend that has been passed down through the ages.
Refers to the phoenix reborn in the fire and gained eternal life. Nirvana is the resurrection from death in Buddhist language.
Phoenix will get old. Every time, the old feathers can't fall off and can't fly freely. Every time it changes feathers, it has to pull out all the feathers and wait for new feathers to grow. During this time, it can't fly and has no food. This is very painful. A metaphor for a bright future is to endure hardships.
Compose/arrange/sing: river map
He lights at night.
[00:3 1.02] Read the Four Books and Five Classics several times.
She was her childhood friend.
She grinds ink under the lamp.
Chai Jing wears a pair of eyes.
[00:39.30] Look at him studying hard at the cold window for ten years and vowing to go to the Golden Temple.
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Send your lover to the ferry.
She said she would wait for you all her life.
He said that when I went in, I would be the first.
I won't live up to your tenderness.
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[00:56.70] Waiting for her for 18 years, standing at Xiaodukou.
[0 1:05.75] eighteen years of tenderness. He sleeps in Mingyue Building.
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[0 1: 14.59] The solitary sail left leisurely.
Take away all her joys and sorrows.
[0 1: 18.23] The willows on the embankment are inextricably linked.
[0 1:2 1.22] The river cannot be allowed to flow continuously.
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Look at the flowers blooming and falling in spring.
Autumn wind blows Xia Na's moonwalk.
[0 1:32.27] Winter snow is another year.
She waited until people were thinner than yellow flowers.
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She lights at night.
Jiang Kuoyun bowed his head several times.
[02: 10.7438+0] How many thoughts were blown away by a few broken geese and a westerly wind in the clouds.
I want to grind ink under his lamp.
One thousand dollars is the champion.
It will be another year after he returns home dressed.
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[02:2 1.73] Who crosses the road before crossing it?
Turn around and ask for a glass of wine.
Who is the girl whispering?
As beautiful as flowers and jade for whom?
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[02:35. 1 1] She has been at Xiaodukou Station for eighteen years.
Eighteen years of tenderness. He sleeps in Yue Ming Building.
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Lonely sails are sailing leisurely.
Take away all her years.
The willows on the embankment are inextricably linked.
We can't let the river continue to flow.
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Look at the flowers blooming and falling in spring.
The autumn wind blows Xia Nayue.
Winter snow is another year.
She waited until snow covered her forehead.
[03: 19.65]
Stop when you wake up.
She is still waiting in the story.
The storyteller said at the beginning.
Who wetted his sleeve with tears?
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She walked past the willows on the river bank.
A small ferry at sunset
The scenery is as mild as ever.
But the river will never turn back.
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It ends with-
Related stories
The woman accompanied her lover to study hard for ten years at the cold window, and it was the wedding day when she met to be the champion. But since ancient times, infatuation has been a woman, and women have been waiting at the ferry where their lover left for 18 years, but they have not seen their lover for a long time; On the other hand, this man did show his talent and ambition and wanted to be the first, but he has married a prominent man and moved into Yue Ming Building. Eighteen years later, the man and his family passed by the ferry to ask for wine and met their former lover. However, this woman is no longer her. The man didn't recognize her, but made fun of this attractive woman. The woman recognized the stranger as her lover, met his family, and knew that he was ungrateful and didn't identify himself. She just watched their family go away with the canoe, as if her years had been taken away by his canoe for nothing. The legend was repeated by a storyteller. The storyteller thought of the story and was waiting for his lover. He wants to save another human tragedy. The lover of the storyteller really waited for him at the end of the world, but when the storyteller came back, it was too late. His lover is haggard and withered for waiting for her, and her beauty has fallen.
The words of the two authors
River map:
Sunset Warrior: Look at that man. He looks like a dog.
In fact, not every monkey is born like a dog.
Similarly, that woman cannot be a flower forever.
Actually, my wish is very simple.
If one day I am called a dog with an iron bar on my back.
You can also sing calmly and calmly.
Grand finale:
She waited and waited. She is no longer as beautiful as durian, so she is WS.
She in the story and she outside the story may or may not be the same person.
For thousands of years, how many flowers have you seen inside and outside the story? Yangguandiao
Word: Fox from
Qu: River map
Sing: River map
[00:36.36] Who did the knife light fall on?
Midnight battlefield desert is like weeds.
The depression brought by the first frost made the Changting short bridge cool.
Cinnabar between the eyebrows, like a meat cleaver in troubled times.
If you put on black clothes, you will get an eternal smile.
[00:53.28] The sword refers to Tianshanxi, and Yangguan Pass is deserted.
Whose brow was broken by the wind and sand?
[0 1:00. 10] Qi Liancheng's muddy wine poured into dusk.
[0 1:02.77] Snow is flying all over the sky, Luo Ting has white hair, and Luo Tinghua is blooming and dying.
[0 1:08.54] Looking forward to Cangxia, go to Tianya and invite her through the moon.
[0 1: 15.56] The bowstring is broken, the heartbeat is broken, and it is ethereal.
Heart like March, heart like grass, heart like mud, it's good.
[0 1:29. 16] Whose eyes are entangled in the scabbard?
He went to the tower, took off his shirt and gave it to Yun Tao.
[0 1:42.55] It takes a thousand years to break the wall.
[0 1:48.86] The world of mortals is upside down. Whoever leans against the railing will bend over.
[0 1:55.65] Whose heartbeat is shaking?
[02:0 1.96] The prosperous Chang 'an Flower forgot about the sunset.
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Snowflakes were falling in the sky, white hair was in Luo Ting, and flowers in Luo Ting withered, which disturbed the birds.
I hope Cangxia will go to the end of the world, I will wear the bright moon and I will be invited.
[02:49.05] The bowstring is broken, the heartbeat is broken, and it is ethereal.
Heart like March, heart like grass, heart like mud.
Whose eyes are caught in the scabbard?
He went up to the tower. He took off his shirt and gave it to Yun Tao.
Whose mark will the broken wall be engraved in the Millennium?
[03:22.55] Qiang's voice is fine and the world of mortals is upside down. Whoever leans against the railing bends down.
Whose heart is shaking?
Prosperous Chang 'an Flower forgot the past.
Whose hand are you holding, running all the way?
The noise of the bonfire
It is difficult for a person who cooks wine and laughs for thousands of cups all his life to sell it.
Embrace of floating flowers and waves
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Lyrics: Huan Ji
Singing: River Map
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Eternal moonlight shines on your palm.
The desolation of the wound was laughed off.
Looking forward to your arrival.
You were born a dragon.
Remember that your name is Yanhuang.
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Sunset on the battlefield.
Time flows quietly beside the broken blade.
[00:59.04] Chapter 12 gives you tattoos and looks around at the sacrifices in the distance.
[0 1:02.37] The Yellow River and the Yangtze River are full of blood.
[0 1:05.57] is your innate publicity.
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Red walls and green tiles were completely destroyed by wind and rain.
[0 1: 16.07] Danqing leaves tomorrow.
Soft brushwork in China's Chinese characters.
The expression of intergenerational inheritance
[0 1:27.74] Rise and fall, honor and disgrace mottled cheeks.
[0 1:30.8 1] After thousands of years, lead porcelain was washed.
[0 1:35. 17] The soil you have been sticking to is right under your feet.
Until death do us part.
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Sunset on the battlefield of beacon tower.
[0 1:53.80] Time flows quietly by the broken blade.
[0 1:57.86] Chapter 12 Tattoos Look at the sacrifices around you.
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River are full of blood.
It's your innate publicity.
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Red walls and green tiles were completely destroyed by wind and rain.
Danqing leaves tomorrow's yellow flowers.
Warm pen in Chinese characters.
Expressions handed down from generation to generation
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Ups and downs, honor and disgrace mottled cheeks.
Thousands of years later, lead porcelain was washed clean.
The soil you have been sticking to is under your feet.
Until death do us part.
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Red walls and green tiles were completely destroyed by wind and rain.
Danqing leaves tomorrow's yellow flowers.
In Chinese characters, ink is gentle.
Expression of intergenerational inheritance
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Ups and downs, honor and disgrace mottled cheeks.
After thousands of years, lead porcelain was washed.
The soil you have been sticking to is under your feet.
Don't rest until you die
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Eternal moonlight shines on your palm.
The desolation in my arms that will never look back.
Looking forward to standing here for you.
Remember what it looks like to be born as a dragon.
Remember my name is Yanhuang.
END-Word: Flame 3 1 song: river map
Singing: West Sea Demon
[0 1:07.73] The thawed river, please help me tell my mother that [01:16.17] is in the crack in the wall by the window.
[0 1: 19.86] There is a green grass sprouting.
[0 1:26.57] Feiye, please tell my mother for me.
In the pond beside the table.
The chrysanthemum I just put on is out of sight.
Is it?
[0 1:48.59] I will sprout in the soil.
Growing up in the embrace of the earth.
We will have a home there.
Please bury me in a shallow place.
Under the hillside full of chrysanthemums.
Let mom not get hurt.
I've been thinking and worrying.
Please bury me shallow.
Next to that thin birch tree.
Let mom know that I am waiting for her every day.
Take me home.
music
There is a new winch hanging from the high iron net.
The uncle with the gun said.
This is a doll with a funny wig.
The red river moistens the cheeks of spring.
Under the gray sky
Draw the sun to warm mom's feet.
Will I blossom in the soil?
Which flower will mom put when she comes back?
Take it off gently.
Please bury me in a shallow place.
Under the hillside full of chrysanthemums.
Tell mom not to worry because she can't find me.
Please bury me shallow.
Near that thin birch tree.
Let mom know that I am waiting for her every day.
Please bury me in a shallow place.
Under the hillside full of chrysanthemums.
Let mom not be angry.
I've been thinking and worrying.
Please bury me shallow.
Near that thin birch tree.
Let mom know that I am here every day.
They are all waiting for her to take me home.
This is pure music.
In my dream, I often see the old wine street I played when I was young, which is vaguely what I saw when I left; Mottled old walls, ancient houses in southern Sichuan, mossy stone roads, fragrant winemaking workshops all over the city ... In memory, we shuttled back and forth in front of the store, smelling the wine and growing up. Then I went out to study. After several years, I just picked up the wine street and the hometown filled with wine smell from the occasional pen and ink of the villagers. Many years later, when I returned to my hometown, the local accent was still there, but things were different. However, it is years, not feelings, that get old. Once in the weak afternoon sunshine, I walked past the old wine shop in Guyinggou. Wen Yongsheng, Chun Herong, Ding Fengheng, etc. exuded nostalgia for the past. When I saw the Longquan cave where the wine was hidden was closed, and a corner of the Chuanshan Building surrounded by layers of flowers was reflected, the wine was about to float down the Yangtze River, and suddenly I had a heavy image of the old wine street in my memory. I remember that at that time, in my old wine street, we hummed the white snake in the theater, the long queue performed on the fifteenth day of the first month every year, the square pub, sesame sugar and Hu's bean curd ... very lively. Smell the fragrance of old wine floating in the pottery altar, marbles made of pit mud, popcorn and romance of the Three Kingdoms, which combine into a paradise, like a dream. So, when I wrote this song and hummed its tune, it was like going back to a carefree childhood. Time comes and goes in a hurry. I will always remember what it looks like and cherish it forever.
Brief introduction of the author
He Ming: Yang Chen, Director of Corporate Culture Center of LU ZHOU LAO JIAO CO.,LTD Co., Ltd.
River Map: A great god in the primitive world of ancient style, a member of Mo Ming's Seven Miao Orchestra, and his masterpiece "Fishing by Exhausting Zee" (for details, see "River Map of Singers" in the entry "River Map").
lyrics
Laojiu Street.
The store of supply and marketing cooperatives is a teenager's dream.
What chapter did the Romance of the Three Kingdoms see at last?
I remember that the dragon was very long that year.
The White Snake sang tactfully in the theater.
Listen to Sichuan Opera. Have a piece of rice candy.
The sunset casually walked down the restaurant.
When the evening breeze passed the pottery altar, it blew away the fragrance of wine.
The stolen empty hip flask is still hanging on the wall.
The cat fell asleep peacefully with its tail between its legs.
I remember all your faces.
Looking at you for the last time when I left.
You have naive sadness.
Time comes and goes, and you are where you are.
Stand quietly in front of your temple.
Dear wine street, I hope you are all right.
I saw you in a distant dream.
Stars and dots, close your eyes and look for the fragrance of wine.
I walked through the old times along the memories.
Dear wine street, I hope you are all right.
The wind and frost have soaked the years and climbed over your face.
When the night wind starts to sing all over Shan Ye, it goes away.
I finally wrote my memories into sad poems.
Gu Yinggou has been to countless wineries.
What is the collection size of Longquan Cave?
Chuanshanlou has a scent of the Yangtze River.
Follow the waves of the boat all the way east.
I remember all your faces.
Looking at you for the last time when I left.
You have naive sadness.
Time comes and goes, and you are where you are.
Stand quietly in front of your temple.
Dear wine street, I hope you are all right.
I saw you in a distant dream.
Stars and dots, close your eyes and look for the fragrance of wine.
I walked through the old times along the memories.
Dear wine street, I hope you are all right.
The wind and frost have soaked the years and climbed over your face.
When the night wind starts to sing all over Shan Ye, it goes away.
I finally wrote my memories into sad poems.