Lyrics: Jiangnan
Composer: Roll the dice.
Arrange: Throw dice.
Singing: Audio Monster
Mix: throw dice
(Nianbai) Perhaps because of ignorance of dreams, the displaced people chase the phantom.
The sound of new wine drops in the past, and the wine is warm and just enters the throat.
Singing folding willows all over the street, memories are wrinkled by flying catkins.
You have folded a willow, and so have I.
Thousands of people who left after the poplar branches were broken left only long memories.
I still remember that year when you came from the north and sat on a white horse, playing a bamboo flute to blow away the light smoke in the city.
You taught me to sing willow songs. Three hundred songs fell outside the flute, leaving people to return.
) Are you back outside the flute? )
In those years, we hid a sword around our waist, looking for a seal and making a lion roar.
In those years, the sadness and rain we wrote on our eyebrows will turn into autumn and climb the stairs on the wind.
When the white hair is not born, the frivolous is still there. Listen to the wind and rain, listen to the sun and the moon.
We reach out to the world and say that we will not die in the first world war.
This temple also cooks wine, and the old wine is hot in late autumn.
The streets are still singing broken willows, but there is no one like that one.
You have folded a willow, and so have I.
People who leave when a poplar branch is broken just don't know how to turn back.
I still remember that year when you came from the mountains to sit in the golden palace and play the pipa to break life and death.
You taught me to sing willow songs, which lingered outside the temple gate, leaving no one to return.
(Pipa calls you back)
In those years, we hid a sword around our waist, looking for a seal and making a lion roar.
In those years, the sadness and rain we wrote on our eyebrows will turn into autumn and climb the stairs on the wind.
When the white hair is not born, the frivolous is still there. Listen to the wind and rain, listen to the sun and the moon.
We reach out to the world and say that we will not die in the first world war.
In the clouds, the moon rushes to Kyushu, and the snow box sword drinks wine from all sides.
Heroes achieve spiritual dragon dance, and they struggle for the country in troubled times.
A few years later, you said that in the mountains, waiting for the bonus is just right, and smelling the wine is suitable for drunk swimming.
Many years later, I said goodbye to the old white horse.
White and frivolous, I still listen to the wind and rain to listen to the sun and the moon.
I smiled and held out my hand to you, saying that at the end of time, I would never die.
The first time I watched the trance, I touched the mottled armor.
Zeng Liu Yang
Singing: Audio Monster
Word: Jiangnan
Qu: people
[00: 14.24]
[00: 16.00] (perhaps because they don't know their dreams, the displaced people chase the phantom)
In The Voice of Gu Jie, old and new wines are heated in the throat.
When the street is singing and folding willow sunset, the memory is wrinkled.
[00:34.86] In the past, you also folded the willow, and I also folded the willow.
Thousands of people left after the poplar branches were broken, just to miss that long time.
I still remember that year, you came from the north, sat on a white horse, played the bamboo flute and blew away the light smoke in the city.
You taught me to sing willow songs. Three hundred songs fall outside the flute, leaving people to return.
[0 1:06.07] (Did you come back from the flute?)
[0 1:08.47] In those years, we hid a sword in our waist, looking for a seal and making a lion roar.
[0 1: 19. 16] In those years, our eyebrows wrote that when we were worried about a rain, it would turn into autumn and the wind would climb the stairs.
[0 1:29.66] White hair is not born, but frivolous is still there. Listen to the wind, the rain, the sun and the moon.
[0 1:40.67] We reach out to the world and say that we will not die in the first world war.
[0 1:53.29]
[02: 16. 15] Today, wine is cooked in the temple, and old wine is scalded in late autumn.
The street is still singing broken willows, but there is no one like that one.
[02:26.69] In the past, the monarch also folded the willow, so did I..
[02:3 1.08] Thousands of people who left after the poplar branches were broken just didn't know how to turn back.
[02:36.20] I still remember that year when you came from the mountain and sat in the golden palace and played the pipa to break your life and death.
You taught me to sing willow songs, which lingered outside the temple gate, leaving no one to return.
(Pipa calls you back)
[03:00.42] In those years, we were hiding a sword around our waist, looking for the seal and making a lion roar.
[03: 10.95] In those years, it was written on our eyebrows that worrying about a rain would turn into autumn, stepping on the wind and climbing the stairs.
[03:2 1.5 1] There are still white-haired and frivolous people, and listen to the wind and rain.
We reach out to the world and say that we will never stop fighting for life.
[03:44.45] In the clouds, Kyushu Snow Box Sword drinks Sifang wine.
[03:55.32] Heroes achieve exquisite dance, and rivers compete in troubled times.
[04:06.24] Many years later, you said it was suitable for drunken swimming to meet the red flowers all over the mountains.
Many years later, I bid farewell to the old white horse with a terrible voice and a thin heart.
[04:26.86] At that time, it happened in vain and frivolous, and I still listened to the wind and rain.
I smiled and held out my hand to you, saying that at the end of time, I would never stop talking.
[04:56.8 1] The first time I watched trance again, I touched the mottled armor.
[05:06.00]