The copyright of the production lyrics belongs to Feng Mu/All Qiange Weiyang Produced by Feng Yang World Lyrics/Official Documents/Poster: Feng Mu Song Selection: Tears of the Grassland Singing: Big Night Xi/Sara Post-production/Harmony Arrangement: sara Man: How can we hold back the cold frost? The clear moonlight outside looks at each other and the wind blows up. The mundane slut: The mundane world is shaking. Her palms are vast. The water was once flowing quietly but withered. The cool girl in the sky: The coolness in the sky. Who can tell the truth? Lady of the wine cup: but the promise of a thousand cups of wine, who is with *** Lady of the wine cup: who is with the Prime Minister, the wine is first brewed. Girl singing softly at the beginning of the month: singing softly of the years and silhouettes, making empty laughter. Dreaming of a girl. Girl: dreaming of several girls. : Who will gather the Qingqiu? The distant dust of Qingqiu will cause the falling flowers to disappear. Man: The falling flowers will disappear. Once the wind is shining. Man: Once the wind is blowing, who will change the color to look through the fleeting shore. Listening to the broken string. Man: Listening to the broken string, three thousand pieces will be broken. Man in tribulation: Three Thousand Worlds Man: Look at the vastness, look at the swirling waves, look at the ups and downs of the incense winding around the finger, chasing the clouds and wasteland, chasing the flowing light woman: holding back the flowing light, once looking at each other, once frivolous, once being a hanging poplar, who looked at each other, the light girl in the sky of fireworks: in the sky It's cool and cold, the window has been cold, the emperor has spent several times in the water, and the girl from Shuixiang: how many times have I looked at the clouds, how can I spend the good time with no one? It’s actually empty laughter Dreaming about a woman: Dreaming about several women: Who will roll the twilight thousands of miles away, longing for the bright moon, with flowers like smoke Man: flowers like lotus falling on whose fingertips Man: whose fingertips, who will burn the smoke and disperse it all over the place One after another, men broke off with their strings: Those three thousand dreamy men were broken with their strings: Three thousand worldly unions: Who rolled up the twilight, the wind and the moon fell on their shoulders, fell on whose fingertips, who dispersed the ashes of the strings Cut off the three thousand obsessed women: let go of tea and let go of men: left-behind poems women: the middle of the water men: looking back at women: going through vicissitudes of life men: knowing the sadness and desolation together: not being foolish and confused women: dreaming of Huangliang men: Ruoming hall women: the wind is spreading men : Gu Ying Slut: Yan Zi Burial Together: Ultimately, three lives are vain