The original singer of "Ten Years in the World" is Li Changchao.
The original singer of "Ten Years in the World" is Li Changchao. This song is the theme promotion song of the August 17th Rice Festival. It is also an ancient song. It is reported that Li Changchao is an independent musician who loves music very much. After his debut, he also released an album and has many of his own representative songs.
The song takes "ten years" as its theme, expressing the passage of time and the shortness of life, evoking people's memories of the past and thinking about the future. The song opens with simple guitar strums, creating a quiet, cozy atmosphere. The lyrics touched the inner world of many people and aroused widespread uproar. As time goes by, people often miss the beauty of the past and think about the unknown of the future.
Song lyrics
Who burns the candle to illuminate the light, the mystery set by time.
Light replaces the positions of light and dark, flowing freely.
Look at who has stood where the chess game is riddled with holes.
Look at the truest and the false in front of you, it doesn’t matter if it is false.
Go to the execution ground with a fierce and stubborn heart, the most tolerant one.
It was cracked and shattered, and echoed hollowly, but in the end I was thankful for the sunset.
Still on my body, there is no time to tell the story.
There are the most amazing peaks and mountains, which can make you and I more arrogant.
The clear light on the sea and the full moon fill the cup of light, and there are the most arrogant snow-capped mountains.
I listened quietly to you and me reciting the sutras, and the scenes that shocked the world were nothing short of ordinary.
Light can shine on the hard and dangerous road ahead, but it can also shine on the smooth road ahead.
Light makes up for the imperfections of the world, no need to measure.
Look at the uncertainty of your calculations and your hesitation when you come.
See if you finally have the courage to stand alone, the world is ridiculous.
Go to the execution ground with a fierce and stubborn heart, the most tolerant one.
It was cracked and shattered, and echoed hollowly, but in the end I was thankful for the sunset.
Still on my body, there is no time to tell the story.
There are the most amazing peaks and mountains, which can make you and I more arrogant.
The clear light on the sea and the full moon fill the cup of light, and there are the most arrogant snow-capped mountains.
I listened quietly to you and me reciting the sutras, and the scenes that shocked the world were nothing short of ordinary.
There are the most amazing peaks and mountains, which can make you and I more arrogant.
The clear light on the sea and the full moon are filled with light in the cup, and there are the most broken letters.
It has been recorded that the time has been long, and the pieces of tiles that were accidentally picked up are all cold and cold.
There is the most arrogant snow-capped mountain, where I quietly listen to you and me chanting.
The part that the world admires is just ordinary, with the thinnest handwriting.
It has all faded with memory, and I am once again laying the groundwork for the next chapter.