Homecoming Christian songs were released on May 26th, 2022 and included in the album Homecoming. Lyrics: Sanqi. Composer: Sanqi. Arranged by Wu Shengxiong. Guitar: Chen Ning. Harmony writing: impressive. Harmony: three men: Kan Yi, Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi and Zhou Yi.
Recorder: What? Vocal Music Editor: What? Andhadhun: Cheng Wenjun @ Porter Studio. Coordinator: Zhou. Chorus producer: Yan Mi. Producer: Wu Shengxiong. Producers: Wei Qi and Xiong Lei. Production company: There you are. Announcement: Project Nebula.
The homing Christian song is a performing art combining music and language, and it is a typical art form used by human beings to express and communicate their feelings. Christian music is to sing and praise God, and it is an important part of Christian religious ceremonies. These songs praising God were originally accompanied by musical instruments.
lyrics
After several turns, I returned to the original point, and the cold wind was so cold that I couldn't sleep.
However, there is a difference between these two feelings.
The breeze blows across the face and the flowers fall all over the sky.
Yingfeicao is long and affectionate, and the past made me instantly red.
Looking forward to returning to the nest, people come and go.
I met at Shiqiao that year, and I waited for you to look back and smile.
March rain wet my forehead, whose tears are still falling.
The wind is whispering and the fallen flowers are fluttering.
Whose mind is still there, and the breeze blows your face.
Falling flowers are floating all over the sky, and flowers are full of lingering.
For an instant, the past made my eyes red and I was looking forward to going home.
People's contacts are unforgettable, when they met at the stone bridge.
I'm waiting for you to look back and smile. The rain in March wet my brow.
Whose tears are still falling and the wind is rustling.
Falling flowers are also fluttering, looking forward to returning to the nest.
People's contacts are unforgettable, when they met at the stone bridge.
I'm waiting for you to look back and smile. The rain in March wet my brow.
Whose tears are still falling and the wind is rustling.
Falling flowers are fluttering, whose heart is not yet.