The storyteller in The Singer in White: Igsay? /? Yang Yige, lyrics:, composer:/Gao, arranger: Wu Zhu.
Iglesia/ Yang Yige are both online musicians. Iglesia's representative works include: Immortal Death, Returning to Search, Natsume, Joke, etc.
Lyrics:
Fold the fan, fold the gray, turn the beauty into a smile and look at Xiliu.
Fang Hua is gentle and picturesque. Whose heart was put on hold?
The jade emperor was speechless, the wind blew green shoots, and the rainy days began to get wet and prosperous.
On the small pavilion, she boiled spring tea by hand, waiting for his new poem to be finished, and sipped it in a porcelain bowl.
The soldiers surprised the birds and crows, but the pavilion also collapsed.
Catkin is still fighting.
She has prepared for him the promise he made.
The storyteller's unspoken worries
In the long night, when the white shirt came, he smoked snuff.
The old cloth shoes have stepped on the size of Kyushu.
He saw her in his dream, just like that new flower.
Look down at her unspoken gentleness.
In the long night, he was in rags and smoked snuff.
Four o'clock in the morning, it's not too late.
I didn't see her in the twilight. He was homeless in white.
Watching the spring sunshine shine in the past.
Tell a book.
The jade emperor was speechless, the wind blew green shoots, and the drizzle began to wet the prosperity.
On the small pavilion, she boiled spring tea by hand, waiting for his new poem to be finished, and sipped it in a porcelain bowl.
The soldiers surprised the birds and crows, but the pavilion also collapsed.
Catkin is still fighting.
She has prepared for him the promise he made.
The storyteller's unspoken worries
In the long night, when the white shirt came, he smoked snuff.
The old cloth shoes have stepped on the size of Kyushu.
He saw in his dream that she was a new flower.
Look down at her unspoken gentleness.
In the long night, he was in rags and smoked snuff.
Four o'clock in the morning, it's not too late.
He was homeless when he couldn't see her in white at dusk.
Watching the spring sunshine shine in the past.
Tell a book.
In the long night, when the white shirt came, he smoked snuff.
The old cloth shoes have stepped on the size of Kyushu.
He saw her in his dream, just like that new flower.
Look down at her unspoken gentleness.
In the long night, he was in rags and smoked snuff.
Four o'clock in the morning, it's not too late.
I didn't see her in the twilight. He was homeless in white.
Watching the spring sunshine shine in the past.
Tell a book.
Refer to the above? Netease Cloud Music-White Storyteller