Cui Weili, born on1October 30th, 1988, is a male singer, songwriter and musician in China. In 2009, I wrote my first song "Betrayal". 20 14 years 10 month/4 years, 14 years, with more than 300 original works and more than 30 production and distribution. In June, The Road to Love, co-produced with China's love song prince Jacky, topped Baidu. In June 1 1, the work "Seeing the Red Plateau" co-produced by Rong Jia appeared on Baidu's new song list.
Sun Yiqi, a female singer in China,1was born in Shenyang, Liaoning Province on June 5th, 990. Her personal representative works include Love Fire, Sadness, Farthest You Are My Recent Love, Woman's Dream, Drunk Butterfly (female edition), 20265438+.
Complete lyrics of Acacia:
Under the willow trees in March in the south of the Yangtze River, the vast sea of people met her. She looks like a cloud and is ashamed of peach blossoms all over the floor. She invited the girl for a cup of tea and dared to ask her where she was born. It was the best time when we met. The desert is lonely and dusty, Yumen is bleak and wants to ride, and a strong flute complains about the willow, drowning the war outside the account. At sunset, she asked when she could go home, reluctant to part with Wan Li.
Hold the acacia handkerchief tightly in your hand, and don't let the tears flow down, waiting for you to bloom and fall. The Millennium temple is full of prosperity at night. If you don't come back, you won't marry, caressing the acacia handkerchief in your hand. Ren Xue is full of branches, and thousands of cups are not drunk, crying pipa and splashing ink all night, and divination is endless. You are my entanglement and my lifelong concern.
Desert lonely dust, Yumen bleak desire to ride a horse, strong flute resentment willow, drowning in the war outside the account, cold clothes leaning against the sun, asking when I can go home, can not bear to miss Wan Li. Hold the acacia handkerchief tightly in your hand, don't let the tears flow, wait for you to bloom and fall, the Millennium temple, how prosperous the night is, whoever grows up overnight and doesn't return, the slave will never marry.
Holding a handkerchief of acacia, Ren Xue is full of branches, and a thousand cups are not drunk. I cried on the pipa and splashed ink all night, but I couldn't solve the hexagrams. You are my entanglement and lifelong concern, and you are my entanglement and lifelong concern.