One prosperity is on the verge of collapse, and two dusts are floating in the world.
An encounter with only singing, two mortals who have never met before.
The same depressed mentality, the fate of two hasty encounters.
OST's Beijing Dream (Autumn Academy), the ancient musical "Chinese Dream"
Jinghua Yimeng
Word: Silk Tea Composer/Arranger: Little Lion Diu Diu Singing: Witch in the Late Stage of Silk Tea: Silk Tea
Look at the Wu Tong Temple. Why are you old tonight? The lamp is burning, the pen is burning, and you are tired of ink. Who pressed the string (female) months ago, fireflies flew into the sky. Whose makeup is loose, but people can't sleep in front of the hall. (Together) Iola Street, Xie Bei Street, see how many streets. In the dream, Xiaoxiang is silent, and the lamp is like a line. Who will lend me a foot of breeze to cut () my eyebrows have faded in the prosperous and lingering years. (female) all say envy is like a flower. Who pity the lotus pavilion? The dream is shallow and there is no room for red rock clouds. (Together) Iola Street and Xie Bei Street. In the dream, Xiaoxiang was silent and sad under the light. Who will borrow a foot from the breeze to cut the pavilion for me? I have read a few poems. Which volume is my preface? Even if I complain about Hua Song's tears, I will cry for autumn.
well
That night in August, I drank all the water and wine.
I picked the dogwood and threw a rain flower stone you saved for me into the well.
In fact, every night before going to bed, I will hum the song I learned from you.
Composer/Arranger: tony_ms lyrics ediq Harmony: hita Pipa: Zhayu Chu Qingwen Case: Nutcracker Poster: Qingping Night Singing, Later: Cat Rice.
The window lattice has fallen, and the broken red is whispering in the post office. I went to a foreign land by boat, strolled around the stream, pines and cypresses were green, you were well dressed, and returned to your hometown. Old impatiens filled the courtyard lane, and you were wrapped in your arms. Huang Chen Dan Qing dare not sigh, the west wing may not be full moon. Maybe Southern Yan flew to that crazy young boy in tears. Tonight, I am drunk, singing a dream, and my thoughts are like turbulent waves. I am drunk and I am far away. Under the broken bridge, when it burns out, climb up the mountain to watch the yellow crane sail the river on the night of Chongyang, and the waterwheel rings. I will say goodbye to you. I will look at the winding mountain road day and night, and it is difficult to find the agarwood of the old year, which is shocking and tears. Last night, the storm suddenly urged the lotus pond to wait for me to return to Xi, but someone went to Artemisia argyi to add desolation. Tonight, I got drunk and sang Song Like's Dream. My thoughts are like a tide, drunk and seeking immortality, gone. The night wind suddenly brought osmanthus fragrance and fireworks under the broken bridge. The west wing of the White House is only a few degrees away from your company. Tonight, I was drunk and sang a song "A Dream" by Song Like. My thoughts were like a tide, and I was drunk and sought immortality, and I was far away in the distance. The night wind suddenly brought osmanthus fragrance and moon ceremony. I just sighed.
Lyrics of the wind and the sky
background
..... In July of the seventh year of Chongning, Bai was besieged, which was the beginning. Xie Wan, the garrison commander, led the people desperately, but he couldn't help them. On July 26, the city was broken, exhausted, captured and refused to surrender, so it was the first of the Yan army. In the spring of eight years, he seized Wang Chengtian's age, respected the emperor, went to court and abandoned the palace. In February, he acceded to the throne, set up the title week, and changed it to Yuan Yongchu. In the winter of Yongchuan for ten years, the Emperor of Zhou collapsed, the ruling and opposition parties overturned their convictions, and the kings stood on their own feet. From time to time, there were random army raids at night. When I saw Wan Long Hair going to the city with a gun, my courage cracked and I retreated. In the eleventh year, the new emperor completely ascended the throne and changed the dynasty. After Grandfather, ballads were sung in the city. Song Yue: What is the general's concern? In the third year of Taiye, Xie built Guan Temple in the east of the city, with many followers and endless incense. -"Lantian Cheng Xie Zhi Wan Chuan"
lyrics
Lyrics/Copywriting: Finale Composition/Arrangement/Singer: Hetu Female Voice: Ryutsuki
When the horizon gradually disappeared, the fire sadly lit up the city at night. At that glance, you laughed like an epiphyllum, and the blood and wind tore the flag. The lights at Chengtou finally went out. You can't see that your head is hanging high, your eyes are burned to ashes with contempt, the butterfly is rooted, and its branches and leaves are freed from the sad blood that freezes in front of you. It flows through a corner of the strip, which is guarded by an endless war. After sobbing in the heavy rain for many years, the pages of history have also been stained with the long sequence of writing bluestones this night, and you have heard and seen the end. Destroy the gentle, decisive, falling, swaying and disappearing night, and wash away all the sins before dawn. Someone called your name until you became hoarse. If the soul can perceive the grave, it will not forget or remember rain or shine. After seeing the flowers bloom and fall, I gradually recall the difference between joy and hate. The surname of Wangcheng has been rewritten. I'm still here waiting for the night. It is the illusion-like fate of deja vu that breaks the cocoon from the ashes and becomes a butterfly. The fire broke the sky, the stars tipped the horseshoe and shattered the leaves, and the blood rolled under the dust, like a fleeting and intense memory that was too far away. At the end of the memory, the wind is still cold, and the buried bones and blood sink early in the night, which is already a cold drift. I still remember the sun, the moon and cicadas singing in the city, and then the drizzle stopped in the first season, hiding the ancient vows in the most simple words. Spring breeze is greener than willow leaves in the distance. I can't see the coming memory. Finally, the wind is still cold. The bones and blood buried in the night have already sunk into the cold waves. I remember the sun, the moon, cicadas and the first snow in the city stopped raining in the first season. You used the most plain words to hide the old vows. Spring breeze is greener than willow leaves. You once smiled naively and crossed the wilderness before it was too late to say goodbye to dawn. From now on, I will use my eyes to see the horizon, Wan Li Mountain and the sky for you. The night in the city is vaguely the white figure of the first quarter moon at the gate of the old season. The night is as clear as water. Lend me a moment to see you clearly. Flowers bloom behind you and don't fade in the moonlight.
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【 Notes on Tomb Robbery | Related to Erhua (February Red × Xieyuhua) 】
That year, there was no family rain minister in the world.
That year, he learned drama from him and more about life.
That year, there was a flower that explained the story, which was sung all over the world.
That year, a few years after that year passed.
Singing: Flowing clouds and flowing water, pear white
Word: Twilight Day
Qu: Half-face makeup
Copywriter: Liu Yun Li Bai
Nianbai: Yaya
Poster: Sin
Selected from: series of "Nishang Flower Drum"
A piece of red nightingale dyed plain yarn
A few steps will take you to the horizon.
The king was infatuated with tears and bid farewell to the beauty's cheek.
If the mouth is like a lotus flower, sit and recite.
The sun has set again.
The play came to an abrupt end and there was nothing more to say.
Have a flawless eyebrow painting.
How to investigate the truth and falsehood inside and outside the play
Brush your clothes and turn around for a while.
Learn to be chic all your life.
I have learned your gestures and postures.
I still remember being a baby.
Time is chaotic.
Looking back, the man had finished reading him.
Nianbai: I thought the childhood drama would never end.
But who knows that after a song, things are different and people are not cool.
A piece of red nightingale dyed plain yarn
A few steps will take you to the horizon.
The king was infatuated with tears and bid farewell to the beauty's cheek.
If the mouth is like a lotus flower, sit and recite.
The sun has set again.
The play came to an abrupt end and there was nothing more to say.
I have learned your gestures and postures.
I still remember being a baby.
Time is chaotic.
Looking back, the man had finished reading him.
I have learned your gestures and postures.
I still remember being a baby.
Time is chaotic.
Looking back, the man had finished reading him.
Time is chaotic.
Looking back, the man had finished reading him.
Han Jiangxue is both poor and beautiful.
Ying die chun Hua
It's all because you left.
Flower of opera
Song: Snow in Hanjiang River
incomparable
[00:25.4 1] Singing: A Wood Smoke &; Fierce player
MIX: a fierce player
[00:28.58] Inscription: Famous flowers can't read, so they are heartless and moving.
It is romantic for immortals to linger on earth.
All the tactfulness in the world is just a joke.
Teenagers can't forget the lost years.
[0 1:03. 12]
[0 1:09.39] Thin Shadow is full of passion and resentment.
[0 1: 15.89] It will take another year to interpret words and flowers.
[0 1:22.53]
[0 1:28.73] lamented that things have changed here.
[0 1:35.02] Who will perform the romantic life after the dust dance?
[0 1:4 1.67] Looking back, seeing each other means saying goodbye.
[0 1:47.73] The peach blossom face with bright eyes and a smile sings the life and death of human beings.
Sitting alone, watching the flowers fade.
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It is romantic for immortals to linger on earth.
There are thousands of cunning in the world.
Teenagers can't forget the past years.
Yan Qingcheng doesn't blame people who laugh too much.
The strong dissatisfaction of the thin shadow.
It will take another year to solve this problem.
Make-up covered his eyebrows and eyes, and he was a teenager.
Sigh that things are different here.
Who will play the romantic life after the dust dance?
Looking back, we can say goodbye when we meet.
Peach blossom face and bright eyes smile, love lives and dies.
Sitting alone, watching the flowers fade.
[03:4 1.46] Hehe: Drama is like life, but how can it be played for a lifetime?
Looking back, I smiled and said goodbye.
The peach blossom face with bright eyes and a smile sings the life and death of the world.
Sitting alone, watching the flowers fade.
Sitting alone, watching the flowers fade.
Sitting alone, watching the flowers fade.