try one's best
Lyrics: finale
Compose/arrange/sing: river map
The sword, spear and halberd are hoarse.
Who will take you to see the fighting outside the city?
Seven-fold gauze clothes spattered with white gauze and blood.
Enemy at the Gates's Sixth Army won't send it.
But goodbye is life and death.
At that time, it was thousands of times around the red line.
For others, the difference between thought and marriage
That scar. Whose old scar?
You can still drink tea quietly.
Crush this bustling fireworks.
A painting stained with blood
How to fight a little cinnabar on your forehead?
Covering the whole world.
Always just prosperity.
Flowers dyed red with green blood
I just want to see you cry again.
Listen to the silence of the sword
This tall building is dying and falling down.
It means peach blossom, a lifelong killer.
Who calculated the divination for you?
The perfect romance is not false.
Pipa plays on the west side of Hualou.
Warm air is everywhere. Who is in the spirit?
Color gives the soul and upside down glory.
Refuse to shine on wax.
Say you love flowers rather than childhood friends.
Finally, forget the divination.
I always protect you from the wind and rain.
The bright moon lit up the horizon.
Who finally got the cockroach?
Jiangshan neighing war horse
The silent voice in your arms
The wind blows through heaven and earth.
Hua Rong thanked her and became king of the world.
Climb the Nine Towers
Watching the shooting stars whisper all night.
Go back to that moment
Silent years are also terrible.
Dead vines will grow branches.
It turns out that time passes very lightly.
Dreaming upstairs and under the moon
You are still standing there.
Brush the snowflakes off the clothes.
Look at the vastness of the world side by side
Go back to that moment
Silent years are also terrible.
Dead vines will grow branches.
It turns out that time passes very lightly.
Dreaming upstairs and under the moon
You are still standing there.
Brush the snowflakes off the clothes.
Look at the vastness of the world side by side
Dreaming upstairs and under the moon
You are still standing there.
Brush the snowflakes off the clothes.
Look at the vastness of the world side by side
flowery
Lyrics: finale
Compose/arrange/sing: river map
He lights at night.
Read the four books and five classics several times.
It's her childhood friend, so there's nothing to guess.
She grinds ink under the lamp.
Chai Jing cloth skirt and a pair of eyes.
Watch him study hard at the cold window for ten years and swear to go to the golden palace.
Send your lover to the ferry.
She said she would wait for you all her life.
He said he would wait until he came first.
I will not live up to your gentleness.
Waiting for her for eighteen years, standing at the small ferry.
Eighteen years of tenderness, he slept in the bright moon building.
Lonely sails sail leisurely.
Take away all her joys and sorrows.
The willows on the riverbank are inextricably linked.
We can't let the river continue to flow.
See the flowers bloom and fall in spring.
Autumn wind blows the moon in Xia Na.
Winter snow is another year.
She waited until people were thinner than yellow flowers.
She lights at night.
Jiang Kuoyun bowed his head several times.
A few wild geese broke in the clouds, and the west wind blew away many thoughts.
I want him to grind ink under the lamp.
One thousand dollars is the champion.
After he returned home in clothes, year after year.
Who did it before the horse crossed the border?
Turn around and ask for a glass of wine.
Ask in a low voice whose girl it is.
As beautiful as flowers and jade for whom?
Waiting for her for eighteen years, standing at the small ferry.
Eighteen years of tenderness, he slept in the bright moon building.
Lonely sails sail leisurely.
Take away all her years.
The willows on the riverbank are inextricably linked.
We can't let the river continue to flow.
See the flowers bloom and fall in spring.
Autumn wind blows the moon in Xia Na.
Winter snow is another year.
She waited until snow covered her forehead.
Listen to the wake-up call.
In the story, she is still waiting.
The storyteller said at the beginning.
Who wet the sleeves with low tears?
She walked past the willows on the bank.
A small ferry at sunset
The scenery is still as gentle as before.
But the river has gone away and never looked back.
Wei Long
From: Fan Zhi, Wang Yao Center, "For the Dragon"
Lyrics: Huan Ji
Singing: River Map
Eternal moonlight on the palm of your hand
The desolation of the wound that was laughed off.
Looking forward to being on your side.
You were born a dragon.
Remember that your name is Yanhuang.
Sunset on the battlefield
Time flows quietly beside the broken blade.
Chapter 12 Tattooing You, Looking at the Sacrifice in the Distance
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River are full of blood.
It's your innate publicity
The wind and rain have worn away the red walls and green tiles.
Danqing leaves tomorrow's yellow flowers.
In Chinese characters, the ink is warm and moist.
Performance of intergenerational inheritance
Rise and fall, honor and disgrace mottled cheeks.
Thousands of years later, I washed lead China.
The stuck soil is under your feet.
A firm answer
Sunset on the battlefield
Time flows quietly beside the broken blade.
Chapter 12 Tattooing You, Looking at the Sacrifice in the Distance
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River are full of blood.
It's your innate publicity
The wind and rain have worn away the red walls and green tiles.
Danqing leaves tomorrow's yellow flowers.
In Chinese characters, the ink is warm and moist.
Performance of intergenerational inheritance
Rise and fall, honor and disgrace mottled cheeks.
Thousands of years later, I washed lead China.
The stuck soil is under your feet.
A firm answer
The wind and rain have worn away the red walls and green tiles.
Danqing leaves tomorrow's yellow flowers.
In Chinese characters, the ink is warm and moist.
Performance of intergenerational inheritance
Rise and fall, honor and disgrace mottled cheeks.
Thousands of years later, I washed lead China.
The stuck soil is under your feet.
A firm answer
Hide the eternal moonlight in your heart
The desolation in the chest that never looks back
Looking forward to standing here with you.
Remember what it looks like to be born as a dragon.
Remember my name is Yanhuang.
Snow in Lhasa
Singing/composing: river map
Lyrics: Pillow Stone Listening to Spring
The snow in Lhasa has been chaotic for thousands of years
Quietly piled up to the world of mortals.
The incense in my hand is burning secretly.
Footprints in the snow are deep and shallow.
This seems to be a prophecy with no ending.
Kneel in front of the snow-capped mountains like them.
Whispered a lot of wishes
Follow the crowd through a few blocks
Sitting on the roadside with butter tea.
Dreaming of Maggie Amy's face
Can't let go? I am looking forward to it
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 and thought for a long time.
How many times have you walked through lazy streets?
I've been watching it for days.
People around us all smiled faintly and sighed wearily.
It suddenly began to snow under the sunshine and rain.
What do you know between the four seasons?
It's sunny, snowy and rainy.
The trajectory in the fog began to become obvious.
Since then, the mood is no longer low.
Say goodbye to those sad words
Flowers planted in previous lives will bloom on the roadside in this life.
I woke up and forgot the snowstorm at night.
I just feel more in my dreams.
Will fade away one day.
Even though we used to be so close.
Hanyiqu
Song: Windmills in Yo Hitoto.
Word: ending
Sing: River map
Who beats the cold clothes when the moonlight is thin?
Look at the horizon and think of your hometown.
It snowed all night, and the north wind was urgent.
Thousands of miles away, heart to heart.
Hua Rong Meng sai Qiang di
War is not a crime. The bonfire burned for several seasons.
The north wind blows in Guan Shanxue tonight.
Thousands of miles away, heart to heart.
Is this life accompanied or cherished in the afterlife?
Why can't you understand this difficult problem?
I didn't remember it silently until I suddenly looked back.
Who is the only shadow of Tianya Road?
Know your heart, send cold clothes a thousand miles away.
If you can go back to your hometown.
Tonight, the voices around me are transmitted frequently and eagerly.
The blood-stained yellow sand is dead.
The moonlight is oblique today, like dusk.
Snowflakes are flying, seeking returns.
Tonight, there are no tears.
Green silk becomes snow, entrusted by the earth.
You can't die if you live, just like love.
One day you will understand this difficult problem.
From now on, I will be divided into two places.
The appearance of Qianshan in memory under the snowy moon
Is this life accompanied or cherished in the afterlife?
Why can't you understand this difficult problem?
I didn't remember it silently until I suddenly looked back.
Who is the only shadow of Tianya Road?
From now on, I will be divided into two places.
The appearance of Qianshan in memory under the snowy moon
Who beats the cold clothes when the moonlight is thin?
The soul of Tianya Road returns to its hometown.
There is no snow, no sunshine, no sadness and joy tonight.
Look at each other, the wind is good.
White clothes
Word: Darsity
Qu: River map
Arrangement: river map
Who looked for me in the heavy rain at the gate?
Carve the scenery of Gu Zhuo and shine the bright moon at night.
How many songs do I have left to sing?
Make the pen and ink, consumed by Luo Qi.
Who knows my poverty and who knows my pride?
Who ever waited for me in Yanhua Lane?
The flower wall opened and disappeared, leaving only mottled.
Who have I laughed with under the flowers?
A woman whose celadon is like water smiles peacefully.
When the years are quiet, I know that I am no longer young.
The wind blew away the dead leaves and shook off the cicada.
Fall in a yard full of peonies
Singing on the stage, with bead curtain.
How can I make my pen amazing?
This white dress is very common and used to it.
The new words were sung eight or nine times a night;
Change the string and return;
When the wine sings for a long time;
The taste of the product remains unchanged.
Is this white skirt fettered or tired?
Who will spill the wine when the glass is full?
Throw me a roll and get drunk.
Even if you can't see clearly.
Who doesn't change the trip to the red chamber through ups and downs, can't help but worry.
How to play this chess game when there are poems and wine in the room?
The smell of dust lingers behind the bead curtain.
The loess is dusty, and it is difficult to listen to the prelude again.
In the miserable autumn rain tonight, fame, beauty and friendship
The wind blew away the dead leaves and shook off the cicada.
Fall in a yard full of peonies
Singing on the stage, with bead curtain.
How can I make my pen amazing?
This white dress is very common and used to it.
New words were sung eight or nine times a night.
Change the broken string pipa and return.
When drinking is a song, the night is long.
It tastes the same.
This white skirt is forever and instantaneous.
The lamp oil has burned out tonight;
I haven't finished half the story yet;
Who helped me invent it in the past;
Step on a tree at a time.
It was raining lightly on a bridge and the umbrella was open.
A dream and a pot of wine
Wear white clothes all your life.
This white dress is very common and used to it.
New words were sung eight or nine times a night.
Change the broken string pipa and return.
When drinking is a song, the night is long.
It tastes the same.
This white skirt is forever and instantaneous.
The lamp oil has burned out tonight;
I haven't finished half the story yet;
Who helped me invent it in the past?
Summer solstice in thirty-eight years
Word: Fox from
Become an outlaw, cross the sunset, half city, willow color, semitone flute
Waste green wax is ruby, full of clothes and no memories.
Time comes and goes.
Inclined screen semi-inclined elongated light and shadow.
Heavy red paint with mottled paint.
Drunk farce
A dress stained with red dust.
After singing "The West Chamber", who would expect this kind of life?
The shadows under the lamp whitewashed the memories.
This old record player is the embodiment of my thoughts.
A letter with yellow folds.
A pen for drawing eyebrows.
Coloratura is full of old songs.
The fragrance of clothes and the shadow of temples cover a few sighs.
I watched several parting scenes of neon coldly.
When you, my love, are in a bamboo horse scene, he is still doing that.
He is still wearing that dress with overlapping flowers and shadows.
He is still stuck in the dream of his life.
] Quietly close your clothes and sleep, ignoring the morning and evening.
The shadows under the lamp whitewashed the memories.
This old record player is the embodiment of my thoughts.
A letter with yellow folds.
A pen for drawing eyebrows.
Coloratura is full of old songs.
The fragrance of clothes and the shadow of temples cover a few sighs.
I watched several parting scenes of neon coldly.
When you, my love, are in a bamboo horse scene, he is still doing that.
He is still wearing that dress with flowers and grass overlapping.
He is still stuck in the dream of his life.
Close your clothes and sleep quietly, ignoring the morning and evening.
He played all kinds of joys and sorrows, and no one was in tune with him.
Candlelight flickered on the deserted ground.
He shook down the flowers, waiting for someone to remember.
The people who sent away their dreams have not dispersed.
Who else will accompany me to watch this old play crazily?
Who else will stop for me? Who will accompany me like clothes?
Look at Chang' an
Lyrics/Copywriting: The Grand Finale
Compose/arrange/sing: river map
The dew on the grass leaves under the old tree at the head of the village did not condense.
In the morning fog, the ferry sang and crossed the stream.
I lay on the roof with my arm on the pillow and thought all night.
Who talks about Chang 'an on the tile hall?
The bridge deck is frosty and the soles of the feet are cold, stepping on the bluestone board.
The girl who passed by smiled so quietly.
I put my luggage on my back, sat on the fender of the ferry and looked back.
In the outline of the village, the smoke from the kitchen is gradually drifting away.
I suddenly began to miss Chang 'an in the story crazily.
I travel day and night, and the road is long.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. How many times has Wan Li seen flowers?
The winds of spring, summer, autumn and winter caress me in turn.
I passed by the town, the night was as cool as water, and the moon was curved.
Passing by Jiangnan, I saw a scholar sleeping in Yang Liuan.
I passed by the long street, bustling and selling everywhere.
Passing through Luoyang, I saw Miss Hualou embroidered peony.
I gradually began to dream about Chang 'an in the story every night.
Someone in Chang 'an sang 300 songs, and achieved joys and sorrows.
When we arrived, the sun just listened to the wind blowing warm and soft.
But why did I suddenly lose my mind in Chang 'an?
These pavilions are not my imagination.
I used to have a picture scroll in my heart, drawing one by one.
It suddenly began to rain in Chang 'an, wetting the prosperous vicissitudes.
I lost my way in the panic crowd.
Turned away that year.
The sound of water is far away from the river bank.
Is the village still there?
Thousands of miles away, looking back in disappointment.
White clothes
Word: Darsity
Qu: River map
Arrangement: river map
Who ever looked for me in the heavy rain at the gate?
Carve the scenery of Gu Zhuo and shine the bright moon at night.
How many songs do I have left to sing?
Make the pen and ink, consumed by Luo Qi.
Who knows my poverty and who knows my pride?
Who ever waited for me in Yanhua Lane?
The flower wall opened and disappeared, leaving only mottled.
Who have I laughed with under the flowers?
A woman whose celadon is like water smiles peacefully.
When the years are quiet, I know that I am no longer young.
The wind blew away the dead leaves and shook off the cicada.
Fall in a yard full of peonies
Singing on the stage, with bead curtain.
How can I make my pen amazing?
This white dress is very common and used to it.
The new words were sung eight or nine times a night;
Change the string and return;
When the wine sings for a long time;
The taste of the product remains unchanged.
Is this white skirt fettered or tired?
Who will spill the wine when the glass is full?
Throw me a roll and get drunk.
Even if you can't see clearly.
Who doesn't change the trip to the red chamber through ups and downs, can't help but worry.
How to play this chess game when there are poems and wine in the room?
The smell of dust lingers behind the bead curtain.
The loess is dusty, and it is difficult to listen to the prelude again.
In the miserable autumn rain tonight, fame, beauty and friendship
The wind blew away the dead leaves and shook off the cicada.
Fall in a yard full of peonies
Singing on the stage, with bead curtain.
How can I make my pen amazing?
This white dress is very common and used to it.
New words were sung eight or nine times a night.
Change the broken string pipa and return.
When drinking is a song, the night is long.
It tastes the same.
This white skirt is forever and instantaneous.
The lamp oil has burned out tonight;
I haven't finished half the story yet;
Who helped me invent it in the past;
Step on a tree at a time.
It was raining lightly on a bridge and the umbrella was open.
A dream and a pot of wine
Wear white clothes all your life.
This white dress is very common and used to it.
New words were sung eight or nine times a night.
Change the broken string pipa and return.
When drinking is a song, the night is long.
It tastes the same.
This white skirt is forever and instantaneous.
The lamp oil has burned out tonight;
I haven't finished half the story yet;
Who helped me invent it in the past?
Summer solstice in thirty-eight years
Word: Fox from
Become an outlaw, cross the sunset, half city, willow color, semitone flute
Waste green wax is ruby, full of clothes and no memories.
Time comes and goes.
Inclined screen semi-inclined elongated light and shadow.
Heavy red paint with mottled paint.
Drunk farce
A dress stained with red dust.
After singing "The West Chamber", who would expect this kind of life?
The shadows under the lamp whitewashed the memories.
This old record player is the embodiment of my thoughts.
A letter with yellow folds.
A pen for drawing eyebrows.
Coloratura is full of old songs.
The fragrance of clothes and the shadow of temples cover a few sighs.
I watched several parting scenes of neon coldly.
When you, my love, are in a bamboo horse scene, he is still doing that.
He is still wearing that dress with overlapping flowers and shadows.
He is still stuck in the dream of his life.
] Quietly close your clothes and sleep, ignoring the morning and evening.
The shadows under the lamp whitewashed the memories.
This old record player is the embodiment of my thoughts.
A letter with yellow folds.
A pen for drawing eyebrows.
Coloratura is full of old songs.
The fragrance of clothes and the shadow of temples cover a few sighs.
I watched several parting scenes of neon coldly.
When you, my love, are in a bamboo horse scene, he is still doing that.
He is still wearing that dress with flowers and grass overlapping.
He is still stuck in the dream of his life.
Close your clothes and sleep quietly, ignoring the morning and evening.
He played all kinds of joys and sorrows, and no one was in tune with him.
Candlelight flickered on the deserted ground.
He shook down the flowers, waiting for someone to remember.
The people who sent away their dreams have not dispersed.
Who else will accompany me to watch this old play crazily?
Who else will stop for me? Who will accompany me like clothes?
Look at Chang' an
Lyrics/Copywriting: The Grand Finale
Compose/arrange/sing: river map
The dew on the grass leaves under the old tree at the head of the village did not condense.
In the morning fog, the ferry sang and crossed the stream.
I lay on the roof with my arm on the pillow and thought all night.
Who is talking on paper in the tile hall?
The bridge deck is frosty and the soles of the feet are cold, stepping on the bluestone board.
The girl who passed by smiled so quietly.
I put my luggage on my back, sat on the fender of the ferry and looked back.
In the outline of the village, the smoke from the kitchen is gradually drifting away.
I suddenly began to miss Chang 'an in the story crazily.
I travel day and night, and the road is long.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. How many times has Wan Li seen flowers?
The winds of spring, summer, autumn and winter caress me in turn.
I passed by the town, the night was as cool as water, and the moon was curved.
Passing by Jiangnan, I saw a scholar sleeping in Yang Liuan.
I passed by the long street, bustling and selling everywhere.
Passing through Luoyang, I saw Miss Hualou embroidered peony.
I gradually began to dream about Chang 'an in the story every night.
Someone in Chang 'an sang 300 songs, and achieved joys and sorrows.
When we arrived, the sun just listened to the wind blowing warm and soft.
But why did I suddenly lose my mind in Chang 'an?
These pavilions are not my imagination.
I used to have a picture scroll in my heart, drawing one by one.
It suddenly began to rain in Chang 'an, wetting the prosperous vicissitudes.
I lost my way in the panic crowd.
Turned away that year.
The sound of water is far away from the river bank.
Is the village still there?
Thousands of miles away, looking back in disappointment.