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Chinese style lyrics written by Wenshan.
Love Butterfly/Vincent/Zhan Singing/Nan Quan Mama
The faint years are drifting back and forth, the screen makes the sunset oblique, half fades, and half thinks about who you don't give anything to.
After all, it's not snow, and I can't find it.
Who did you draw in the splash-ink landscape painting? I spread out the words on the scroll. I never have you all night, but he has your hand-painted thoughtfulness.
Who can't bear to see the faint tears on rice paper? You touch everything with him delicately, and you don't feel anything when I'm by your side.
Hua Hudie wind blows gently across the small bridge, not chasing you, knowing who I am waiting for.
The rainy season is full of fallen leaves and the water level is full, so I won't be ashamed to wait for time.
Mudanjiang Ci/Fang Gangqu/Yang Ruidai Star/Nan Quan Mama
The curved bridge is reflected on the lake. Looking over there, I see happiness in the moonlight.
What's the mottled brick wall where you and I are walking on the old street of Qingshiban?
Those who can't reach it are called distant places, and those who can't go back are called hometown.
Who is singing that Mudanjiang song outside the door? I listen to your sad voice. The wind chimes are swaying and crisp, and the villages by the river are as quiet as a nap.
Who is singing that Mudanjiang song outside the door? My footsteps lightly ring, and I walk to your side. The light of missing shines through the window, and the warmth of silver shines on my childhood bed.
There are several bends in Mudanjiang. Don't touch the shore. Let's not catch the moon, nets and stars, and drink a bowl of hometown wine for grandpa.
There are several bends in Mudanjiang. Don't get on the boat. We don't have time to catch the moon and stars, make soup for grandma and drink a bowl of hometown dishes.
Daughter's Red Words/Song by Fang Wenqing/Singing by Lin Maike/Cai Shiyun
My grandfather in my hometown made red wine for the daughter of a thrush in the morning, and the bouquet she married was right for her.
Memory is shaking, who smiles? In the season of waiting for love, my right shoulder leans slightly towards you.
Charming eyes, innocent makeup with apple light. Some things don't pretend to be good, don't compromise, such as giving fresh love.
Youth can't be like boiled water. It is right to stir up all the experiences and make my world.
I don't have an oval face, and my personality is not gentle and graceful, but I just love embroidered shoes, not born with phoenix eyes or natural classical beauty.
If you like it, just open it once. Don't flinch when you meet an opportunity. Just follow your heart and walk slowly.
I don't want to highlight my hair and make myself beautiful for anyone. You and I look good together, and everything is easy to solve.
Everyone who has tasted love wants another drink. I long for the rim of the cup to be replaced by your mouth, enlarge your thoughtfulness and enjoy all the details of love to understand.
Most Chibi Ci/Fang Gangqu/JJ Lin Star/JJ Lin
Fallen leaves accumulated several layers, but I stepped on youth and heard who was crying in my last life. I'm still waiting. I can only be serious once in my life.
Confirmed my eyes, I met the right person. I turned around with my sword, but my blood was like red lips. It's not the blade that hurts me, but your reincarnated soul.
Confirmed my eyes, I met the right person. I rode to war. The sound of hooves is like crying. The moonlight shone into the mountain city on the bluestone board. I followed you all the way. I love you very much.
The old roots of Luoyang city extend like memories. You ask whose heart is beating. I hate you with a jar of wine. The eyes of a thousand years are the scars of my drunkenness in Chibi.
Cijie/Vincent Song Fang/Gu Hao Singing/Jiang Meiqi
The wind and sand all over the sky and the low-headed reed flowers pass through the mountains like white hair. In the wind, there lived a family in the distance.
There was a bamboo fence in front of the door, some people sighed, some people were worried, and the fire was weak. Only the grandfather accompanied her and told her about the struggles of those years that had already vanished.
The night wind dyed the sunset glow red, which looked like a painting from a distance, but something was missing. Grandpa gave her the answer under the tears of their sisters, and when she grew up patiently, she would accompany her to travel around the world.
While walking, my sister was holding the little doll, coaxing her freckled cheeks but crying. She just wants to talk to someone.
My sister combs her hair with a little doll on her back. She just wants someone to ask her mother to sew her a new doll.
My sister is reluctant to let go of the sensible world of the little doll on her back, so it is better to continue to play dumb at all costs.
My sister carries a little doll on her back and takes care of it carefully. She can starve and be punished, but she won't give up the doll's grievances and fears.
A drink offering for the soul/Fang Wensheng/Tang Anqi/Tang Anqi
In the moonlight, the sound of Chanjuan flute, smoke and weeds in the distance, a young man walked past his home with a smiling face.
War, drums and swallows flying in the distance brought wolves' smoke and swords. The happy faces between young people coming and going are too shallow.
The bravery and fearlessness of the wall-breaking people who spread before.
The word "don't hate" was sprinkled before the sacrifice to heaven. Before drinking, teenagers expect the wasteland to turn into fertile land in the coming year.
The soul returns, the soul reappears, and always defends the home.
The word "don't hate" was sprinkled before the sacrifice to heaven. Before drinking, teenagers expect the wasteland to turn into fertile land in the coming year.
The oath sprinkled before the sacrifice to heaven, the teenager remembers to clench his fist.
Language of Soul/Song of Fang Gang/Song of Faith/Faith
I gave up drifting and taking root only because your people mistakenly thought that this would make our prediction inaccurate.
Your smile is as sweet as wine, but you deny people. Now my self-esteem is burning in the hot sun.
Just because I heard that you were in Mobei Gucheng, I cried all the way in the arrow array, and my life was like the wind, and the lights turned into scars.
Only to see that your tight lips won't even nod and won't be buried with me. Youth will pass by the door with my name.
Love too much. Don't turn around if the soul is even dead. You want me not to wait for the storm. I can't save my fate. I gave my hands to this life.
Just because I heard that you were in Mobei Gucheng, I cried all the way in the arrow array, and my life was like the wind, and the lights turned into scars.
Your expression is getting more and more strange. You don't even nod your head and don't bury it with me. Youth uses my surname to pass the door.
Love too much. You are cruel enough to watch me swallow my words and cross the world of mortals. What else can I sacrifice? My heart was deeply hurt.
Love too much. Don't turn around if the soul is even dead. You told me not to wait for the wind and rain. I can't save my fate. My hands have been dedicated to this life. My tears are waiting for you to admit.
Millennium Love Words/Vincent Song Fang/Keith Twitter Singing/Believe in Dai Ailing
Dai: Who made a pot of tea on the cliff, and when I adjusted the Millennium time difference, I warmed my past life's worries and drank it all at once?
Letter: Time is beating on the rocks, and I have grown my hair. I waited patiently for the change of coastline. It is going to rain. The wind blew the letter hard. Who's scared?
Dai: The sea breeze has been attached to the sand, but you have missed my years, my new branches and my white hair.
Faith: Butterfly still madly loves flowers and misses my reincarnated cheek. Do you still love me ? I'll wait for your news.
Dai: The farthest thing you can see on the horizon is the sunset glow, and in which family do you want to cry for the first time in this life?
Letter: The disappearing waves on the beach slowly remind me of the promise my family once made, where I will never let go: Ah, the memory of reincarnation has weathered, and I will write it down firmly.
Dream on. The Red Chamber Ci/Song Fang/Huang Singing/Huang
Yuanyang Bridge and the picturesque corridor next to weeping willows, I am walking in the painting. Under the spring rain, the bamboo in front of pear flower falls is still thin. I raised a lot of concerns. Who should I tell?
The lake is like a mirror, wrinkled by years. Our story says that the word marriage in previous lives was broken, and the flute in the distance came from a sad voice.
I dreamed of dreaming of the Red Mansion, with a touch of autumn dust on my brow. The past is brought by our smiles. I dream back to Dream Red Mansion, and your eyes are covered with gentle embroidered pillows, answering the clues of meeting in this life.
I dreamed of the dream of the Red Mansion, your red makeup bowed, and you were ashamed to spend the next month. The closer you close the door, the more you lock it. I dreamed of the dream of the red chamber, and your smile was ripe. You and I swam smartly at the ferry.
Tea Tang Ci/Fang Qu/Chen Sing/Ming Mengpai
Shan Lan is like a cloud on a teacup, its color is getting lighter and lighter. Going further and further, it disappeared before it could be cashed.
The terraced fields outside the window behind me are like sections. Once upon a time, I stood in the tea garden and looked up at the sky, imagining that you would be on the other side of the mountain.
I said to drink another bowl of tea soup I cooked, and you said that you were going to cross the river to the distant and cold north now, and you were afraid that your hands would freeze.
When will you come back to drink my tea soup? This time, I will put more ginger. The letter you sent has been on the desk, and I don't know whether to return it.
The north wind, how many villages it has passed, can't tell. I prayed to God that year, only the wind was blowing, but I was even more lonely.
In autumn, the crops have been harvested for several times, and the wheat fields have matured for several times, so I burned incense and quietly felt sad that you never came back.
I said to drink another bowl of tea soup I cooked, and you said that you were going to cross the river to the distant and cold north now, and you were afraid that your hands would freeze.
When will you come back to drink my tea soup? This time, I will put more ginger. The letter you sent has been on the desk, and I don't know whether to return it.
I said to drink another bowl of tea soup I cooked, and you said you were going to cross the river soon. I want to ask you if you have a prescription to keep the hot soup from getting cold forever.
I always think of your tea soup. You said you should put more ginger. After you received the letter, you kept it on the table and didn't know where to send it back.
Da Dunhuang Ci/Ark Song/Dao Lang Singing/Dao Lang
The camel bells in Dunhuang fell with the wind, and the Sanskrit sounds in previous lives were awakened and kept turning.
I read your name with the Buddhist tripitaka and gently call our destiny.
The humiliation of the broken grottoes for thousands of years has obscured Wan Li's way across the world in the morning glow.
In the words of Bodhisattva, I will show you a dance that I have never seen in my life.
The flying sand drowned the prosperity and swaying, and many people drank a cup of tea in troubled times.
I painted flying murals and my missing cheeks on your hair. I copied the Bodhisattva in Dunhuang and used it to laugh at the world.
A hurtful remark/Vincent Fang Qu/Guan Dazhou singing/Liu Liyang
I can't bear to think about how much mottled moss it takes to get into the wall and how much rain it will take for you to hold up a paper umbrella and drop flowers outside the pavilion.
The wind disturbed the river bank and sighed and weeping willows. You bow your head and sigh the old days when the sunset reflected on the eaves and the wooden lattice windows were leisurely, but I felt lost.
A wound has nothing to say. You sit and watch the end of fate. When your mind has turned, no amount of regret is just empty talk.
A wound has nothing to say. I got up quietly to burn incense. I stopped imagining you, closed my eyes and stuck to my guns.
Shell Sand Ci/Fang Gangqu/Wu Qixian Singing/Wu Qixian
The wind and waves sent away the sea sand, and you vowed to make a pot of tea in the melting dim light to review your lies.
Osmanthus fragrans in the garden was blown away by the night wind, and the rain outside the window beat on the fence, listening to the shell sand on a cold night.
Autumn wind is blowing, where are you? Give an answer at the ends of the earth. Do you know that snow will melt in winter? I still have that bottle of shell sand.
I can't let go. Not chic enough. I can't let go of those hoarse memories. Who's talking? Transparent glass and white sand.
Spring rain falls, my hair is wet, I can't extricate myself, tears are swirling in my eyes, silly summer sand, hot cheeks, pain, struggle, sadness, how to draw?
Autumn wind is blowing, where are you? Give an answer at the ends of the earth. Do you know that snow will melt in winter? I still have that bottle of shell sand.
Fine print/Fang Gang/Jay Chou/Joey Yung
Memory is like a storyteller, jumping over a puddle, bypassing a small village, with a full local accent.
You pinched a city of mud and said you would marry me in the future. How many times have you turned around and wasted your youth?
The little oath is still unstable, and the little tears are still supporting the tender lips.
From then on, there lived in my heart a person who once looked very small. That year, you moved a small bench and fell in love with the play, and I followed.
I am looking for the person in that story, and you are an indispensable part. You take a nap under the tree, and I wait stupidly.
Memory is like a storyteller, jumping over a puddle, bypassing a small village, with a full local accent.
You pinched a city of mud and said you would marry me in the future. How many times have you turned around and wasted your youth?
A little touched by the rain, a little embarrassed and painful, some people can't kiss.
From then on, there lived in my heart a person who once looked very small. That year, you moved a small bench and fell in love with the play, and I followed.
I am looking for the person in that story, and you are an indispensable part. You take a nap under the tree, and I wait stupidly.
From then on, there lived in my heart a person who once looked very small. At first, we learned that you love reading scripts, and you are missing your teeth, but your pronunciation is not accurate.
I'm looking for the person in that story. You are an indispensable part, holding a small hand, holding a small person and guarding a small eternity.
Beijing Opera Blues/Fangqu/Jay Chou Singing/Jay Chou, CoCo Lee
Li: Obviously, people are still in Hong Kong this morning, and they are still having soup in Kowloon Teahouse. How can I jump to Xi 'an at once? I am on the bank of the moat.
Standing on the ancient mysterious city wall, the moonlight shook and shook, and I spoke to the stall owner in English, and suddenly the picture was completely black.
I still wonder where I am. I am a girl from China. I'm starting to want to dress up. I returned to the stage, and finally it was my turn to play.
Play games with backflips and turn around. Playing horse stance just look better than anyone else. Then sing a concubine overlord.
The erhu bell played by the troupe on the stage playing fireworks games. The audience applauded warmly. Playing fireworks is better than anyone else. The character performance of Beijing opera blues swept the audience.
Zhou: One bed, one wall and one window. I am full of moonlight, planting one acre of sorghum at a time. I am alone in the Great Northern Wilderness.
A bowl of hot soup warms me up One night, A Canglang walked along the Silk Road and went home.