Lyrics: EDIQ

Composer: tony_ms

Singing: Fireworks Show HITA

Harmony: HITA

Mixing: Allen

Copywriting: EDIQ

(male) clapping your hands late for school, you chuckled

(female) People

(male) don't look away from the sedan chair

(female) who makes faces to make you laugh

(together) who will you get drunk with Qi Mei's old man

(male) at Wanfeng Bridge

(female) can't draw a pen

(together) Xu Menghui has to be lonely < p! P > (male) I want to make a painting, but you laughed before it was finished

but you dare not speak, but you can't sigh. The night rain flutters

(female) I want to touch, but I dare not touch, but I am blocked by this time and space

I close my eyes and think you can feel

(male) The wind is carrying the painting, and it hangs in the window corner of my life

There is no choice but to hug < You painted a smoke wave and buried me

This scroll of paintings is still familiar with the afterheat

The sound of mountains and leagues has long been separated by mountains

In the next life, your paintings didn't draw me

(male) That was late just to buy you sweet-scented osmanthus candy, and I ran across the long street to get the lane

(female) I was afraid that you were in a hurry and couldn't find it. I deliberately exposed my skirts

(together) and turned my blood into ink. You painted a smoke wave and buried me.

This scroll has a slight heat that you are familiar with.

Sound and mountains are separated by mountains.

In the next life, your painting did not draw me.

END

Hua Xu Dream

Song: ぁなた Singing: HITA

Who walked by you

Retained

The past emerged one by one

Who stayed at the end of the dream

Who waved and wiped away the sadness from your brow

Holding hands and letting go, stopping and looking back, passing by

Who wasted for whom in a thousand years

If you and I are doomed to go all the way tragically

Worrying about your thoughts

smoothing out your worries

Loving you is a flower from sploosh

Who is the figure in the dream

Who wakes up

the dusty soul

Seeing your smile in the dream

Salty yearning is still hanging in the corner of your eye

Hands crossed and clasped, I don't want to miss it

No one can read my loneliness without you

. Waiting for

the haze that will never go away

What is getting cold

Lost in the sea of time

Why is the road you are looking for always so long

The trajectory of turning time

Blooming tea leaves

It seems that the air is filled with your breath

Missing and tangled

Combing your cares

Love you. > what's getting cold

Lost in the sea of time

Why is the road of searching always so long

A beautiful woman is like a dream

Composer/arranger: tony_ms

Lyrics: Sicha ediq

Harmony writing/singing/ Later stage: hita

Pipa: Chu Qing in the rain

Copywriting: Yuan Zhengkang

Poster: The night in Qingping

The jade bell in the eaves makes the spring breeze

The willow tree is green with a little new yellow

Next to the stone steps under Shuangqiao

You once put your heart * * * I told you that

the golden needle and thread touched the mandarin duck

the oar beat people back to their hometown

I just didn't see the old boy Lang

Last night, the rain fell and the lotus knocked on the Qing merchants

The past suddenly rippled

Thirty-three words became a dream

I think it was the floating sound in your ears when you were tired of wandering

The beautiful woman sang a dream

It made my mind think. Window

It's a pity that you are missing your hands on my shoulder

The moonlight inscribed ink bamboo on the courtyard wall

The night breeze turned over a few books

The Taihu Stone Red Carp Pond

Vaguely painted the old appearance

The lotus leaked and the night grew cold

I woke up and slept with Haitang

The curtain rolled with starlight and the black magpie sang a few pairs

That year, the flower sac of Zhu Yi. Dreaming

makes my thoughts swell

Now that you and I are on the same side of the water

I'm afraid of meeting each other and dyeing my makeup with tears

Tonight, the rain is rising, acacia is full of melancholy

Red candle flowers and tears are reflected through the west window

Unfortunately, without your hands on my shoulder, a beautiful woman sings a dream

which makes my thoughts swell

. Put your hands on my shoulders

only leave the water-rich mountains on my brow

childhood like mung bean cake

Composer: tony_ms

Lyrics: EDIQ

Singing: Fireworks Show

Harmony: Fireworks Show HITA

Mixing: Hita, a rogue hero of Lelv

The light in the room is as strange as tassels. His favorite rocking chair

The little fish spits bubbles and sweeps a lotus pond full of ripples

It tells me that it may rain tomorrow

I made mung beans in sacks into the past

and buried them in a lot of sugar

The dough was continuous and round

When I was a child, it was always sweet

The train whistle sounded in the distant mountains and countryside

The dog fluttered but could not see it < P > I'm turning over a poem

Guateng is trying to climb upwards

Dragonflies are flying all over the sky

Jasmine flowers are all over the wall

Flowers are overflowing south of the city

People at roadside stalls make faces at me

I feel very annoying, in fact, I quite like it

Why did Wukong fight Yang Jian in the Journey to the West

It was so natural to write this happy article

Black and white TV flying snowflakes made me.

That buzz has been bothering me for a whole year.

Young men and women like to sit at the edge of Qingshiqiao.

Whispering makes water lilies blush.

When I was a child, my mother taught me to read aloud.

A scholarly family makes Spring Festival couplets.

A crescent moon bends for several nights.

The mountain stream gurgles.

The first Spring Festival couplets

The crescent moon bends a few nights

The mountain stream gurgles

Thousands of miles away to send Chanjuan

I hold a lantern to spend the moonlight

I write poems for you

I turn around and surprise the fireflies

I have a thousand years' childhood like mung bean cakes in the south of the city

Blue is spreading

. State

Composer/Arranger: M.H.C@ (Little Lion Diu Diu)

Lyrics: EDIQ

Harmony Writing/Singing/ Later period: HITA

I made a pot of strong wine by parting with my sorrow

I drank the rain in the middle of the night and it fell on the other side of the mountain

The old things in the small town followed me, leaving a poem

Why don't you let go when you are hurt

Now the eaves where you lived are drenched with dew

The shadow of the lamp is painted into the distant late autumn

The lamp hurts people and laughs at themselves like the duckweed flowing eastward

.

Some families are happy and some are sad,

Some high-rise buildings are drinking wine,

Some families are wandering in the street, and after the cold in the alley

music

The velvet snow blows all over my brow

I pass you by the maple bridge in the south of the city

You whisper a familiar statement

Stop to weep but don't look back

The sound of oars ripples.

several high-rise buildings are drinking wine,

a few are wandering in the street, and in the alley

the moon shines on Jiuzhou,

a few are happy and a few are sad,

several high-rise buildings are drinking wine,

a few are wandering in the street, and in the alley

the moon bends slowly (not charmingly), so people are far away <