Dao Lang, formerly known as Rowling. 1971Born in Neijiang City, Sichuan Province on June 22nd, he is a singer and musician.

/kloc-from 0/995 to 2004, he was the music director of Xinjiang Deweilong Audio & Video Company and the chief producer of Urumqi Luolin Music Studio. Independently produced the first original strike in Xinjiang, Love Songs of the Western Regions, Love Songs of the Desert, Music Soul of Silk Road, Music Rhyme of Silk Road, Music Entering Xinjiang and other records.

In 2004, it officially debuted with a single "The First Snow in 2002". In 2005, he won the national "Golden Record" award for "Punishment of Impulse". In 2006, he released the albums Thank You and Wolf in Sheep's Clothing. From 20 1 1 to 20 12, "Dao Lang thanks you for your national concert tour" was held, and the album "Dao Lang 20 11girl in colorful clothes" was released on August1day.

The lyrics of Love Song of the West Sea are as follows:

Since you left, you have lost your gentleness, waiting for a long way in this snowy mountain, listening to the cold wind whistling as usual, as far as the eye can see, the wind is cutting my face like a knife. I can't wait for the sky in the West Sea to be blue and speechless. I still remember that you promised not to let me find you, but you flew so far with the migratory birds returning from the south. Love is like a kite with a broken thread. It can't keep its promise. I am waiting for the warm spring at the top of the snow-capped mountains, waiting for the lonely geese to return after the melting of the plateau ice and snow.

Love cannot last forever. We can't go back. Looking around, the wind cut my face like a knife. I can't wait for the blue sky in the West Sea and the endless plateau. I remember you promised me that you wouldn't let me find you. But you flew so far with migratory birds returning from the south. Love is like a kite with a broken thread. You can't keep your promise. I am waiting for the warm spring at the top of the snow-capped mountains, waiting for the lonely geese to return after the melting of the plateau ice and snow.

Love is hard to continue, and we can't go back to our past. I still remember that you promised not to let me find you, but you followed the migratory birds back to the south so far. Love is like a kite with a broken thread. You can't keep your promise. I am waiting for the warm spring at the top of the snow-capped mountains, and waiting for the lonely geese to return after the melting of the plateau snow and ice. Love is hard to go on and can't go back to our past.