Please ask for the guzheng music score on Qingming Rain

The guzheng score of "On the Qingming Rain" is as follows:

Song introduction

1. "On the Qingming Rain", included in Vae (Xu Song)'s first album " A song from "Customize".

2. Vae makes extensive use of Chinese national musical instruments, incorporating modern elements such as hiphop drum beats and electric pianos. The use of multiple string strings is also just right, blending east and west and making it natural.

3. The melody line of the song is ups and downs and majestic. The retro lyrics about mourning a loved one are poignant and beautiful. There is really infinite sadness flowing out of Vae's voice.

Original lyrics

The early dawn shines through the window and the clouds sway over the West Bridge

I miss the hem of your clothes that swayed slightly in the breeze

The golden wood carving and the ripples of time were closed seven years ago

Because I am only doing it for you in this life

The rain has wet my eyes and I lean on the well every year and look forward to returning home

The most I'm afraid I've already shed two lines of tears

I can't find your paradise in this world

Looking at the bottle in the east and looking in the west, I wish I couldn't forget it

It's Qingming Festival again The folded chrysanthemums on the rain are sent to you

Sing your favorite song softly

There is a piano in the distance and the empty voice is urging the rain

Tell your thoughts to yourself

The moon shadow, the fireworks, how many red candles

Old dreams in the world of mortals have become empty

The rain wets my eyes every year. Looking forward to returning home

The most fearful thing is that I have shed two lines of tears

I am wandering in the world and can’t find your paradise

Putting hatred in the east bottle and the west mirror Can't forget

It's the Qingming rain and the chrysanthemums are sent to you again

Sing your favorite song softly

I am wandering in the world looking for it I won’t be able to reach your paradise

I wish I could never forget it when I put it in the east bottle and in the west mirror

It’s time to fold chrysanthemums in the Qingming rain and send them to you

I love you the most Come and sing softly