Shangxie

"Shangxie"

Singing: Little Quer

Your wedding dress is like fire and burns the end of the world

From now on, the setting sun burns my heart like cinnabar

It is said that the peach blossoms bloom in your eyes

But how can the peach blossoms rain down overnight

Who can ask? Lend me a look back

Go back to the distant past

Follow the evil words you sing for me

See you again

In that distant old year

I laughed at you for lightly promising marriage

It was you who spent your whole life chanting about evil

And I turned around I bear you lightly as a beautiful wife

The sky in Chang'an that year was filled with flying flowers

I heard the spring wind outside the Great Wall weeping blood

Sniffing the wind gently, the blood is as strong as wine

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The sound of fighting in my ears swallows the wilderness

The geese flying back in the firelight also cry

How far the cry spreads

That song you The chanting of evil spirits

From now on, I can’t hear it truly anymore

What can’t be defeated is the passage of time

The country has already decided for you and me to say goodbye

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So you carved your name into the history paper

Instead, I carved you in front of my grave

Flying flowers are scattered in this season again

And Your wedding dress is more gorgeous than flying flowers

When you open your lips, it seems that you want to sing all over the world again

What you are saying is that I am willing to be with you forever

Essence Dreams

White silk gauze and blue silk hair, your eyebrows and eyes are also picturesque

Looking at each other in a trance, we have no words for a long time and our hearts are numb

In that moment, the passage of time has passed. In an instant

I turned around and shed tears like rain

The sound of playing the pipa was so close but so far away

Looking back at a prosperous and prosperous era as an epiphyllum

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Red cinnabar Zhuo Fenghua Yin Yin Jian Jia

The peach blossoms turn around and the lonely noise

The hollow and mute silence of the cold night

The long scroll of mountains and rivers disappears It has also turned yellow and been weathered by history

The care of you and me in my life is hoarse

Before the flowers and under the moon, the sky has turned into yellow sand

The sound of playing the pipa is so close but is far away< /p>

Looking back at a prosperous and prosperous era like a night-blooming night-bloom

Red cinnabar Zhuo Fenghua alluring face Yan Yin Jian Jia

The peach blossoms turned away and the lonely noise

Kill Kill for you, seize the world for you

I have no regrets about overthrowing the world, struggling in life and death

The truth and falsehood of the oath collapsed

Looking at each other so close to each other, there are no words left.

The hollow and dull sound of the cold night

The long scrolls of mountains and rivers are also yellowed and weathered by history

The hoarseness of your and my lifelong concerns

The flowers in front of the flowers turn into yellow sand all over the sky under the moon

The vicissitudes of the years and the mountains and rivers are still picturesque

Where is the place in front of the bottle

The poem is as picturesque as a coop raindrops wash the mist like yarn

The falling clouds are thousands of miles away, and my thoughts are white-haired

The wind is fine and the willows are setting, the sun is lingering, and the soft intestines are damaged, and I am hanging for you

The light dust, the flying flowers, all the ruins of the ancient temple

Songs and dances are full of wine, the watch is late, candles are short, people are falling down

The moon in Yulou is thinning, the west mountain is full of dust and sand

The smoke of the city is broken, the moon is falling, and the sky is melancholy. Wine spilled

The clear rhyme and absolute sorrow and hatred continue this silent journey

The soul of the dream condenses and chokes with tears, and the disillusionment remains like glitz

Swing to the Ming Dynasty The idle clouds of the world have collected all the green locks

The shadows are connected, and the tears are flowing empty on the sick bed

It is difficult to be unrestrained by the wind and look at the world

The sun sets and the rain hates Yun Chou stares lightly all day long

The sound of the tide reaches the bright moon, and one person leans on the railing alone

The ground is covered with frost and the sky is low, the clouds and moonlight are like practice

Suffering from farewell Cang Hong's voice is so sad and heartbreaking

How can I rest without end? Gradually I feel the rain and flowers and leaves are left behind

Ji Ai Wei is lonely and the courtyard is cold and silent

Sadness Liu It’s difficult to write a tearful love letter in the old pavilion in the scenery

Remembering who has been here for many years The mountains are long and the water is vast

The moon is not familiar with the cold night, the ancient road is thin and the horse is far away

< p>The farewell banquet is filled with wine, and the wine is filled with tears.

The dream of a floating life is full of laughter, and the red curtain rolls

Where is the broken heart like in front of the bottle<

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The soul of the dream is condensed, choked with tears, and the disillusionment is like glitz

The swing goes to the Ming Dynasty, the idle clouds of the world collect all the green locks

The shadows are connected, and the tears are empty. Lying on the sick bed

It is difficult to be unrestrained by the wind and look at the world

The moon is not familiar with the cold night, the ancient road is thin and the horse is far away

The farewell banquet cup keeps drinking into the intestines Unexpectedly, my face was filled with tears

The floating dream of a thousand pieces of gold and the messy red curtain roll

Where is the broken heart like in front of the bottle

The white jade cup carrying love is still floating all over the sky Dancing in the Wind and Chaos

In the quiet night, I sing a song of lovesickness. Who recalls the beauty of China? Zeng Huan

Let’s try the world

(Male) There is a voice repeatedly calling to seal the eternal oath

Those scenes that have been dusted for many years appear before our eyes

Who is plucking the strings again, the melody has not changed

Whose figure appears dimly and then disappears

I can still see the past and wander around the rivers and lakes, and my ambition is better than Erlang

Late at night Even if you sing and meditate alone, you will feel confused

(Female) I will put on my red makeup and pack my bags to cover up my brilliance

I am falling in love with the absurd past of this world

< p>(Together) The vicissitudes of life in an instant

(Male) I have been given unlimited power, but I cannot keep the beauty of my confidant

Who will accompany me on the road of kings and join hands for a hundred years

End of the World Who walks the road with me, far away from the beacon of power

I only hope that my soul and dreams in this life will be connected in front of the flowers under the moon

(Female) Time drowns the past, holds back the sadness and hides the past

Find the lost direction and spread your wings again to soar in the sky

(Together) How can I repay my debt of love if I exile myself to wander and look at my old friends

Why bother thinking in vain when there are people around me?< /p>

Continuing from the previous chapter

(Female) There are so many beauties in the country, so many heroes are like the Emperor of Han, Wu and Qin

(Together) He raised his eyes and flew into a pair of swallows, wandering alone and looking at the moon.

The beauty is not by my side (my old friend is not by my side), the love is unforgettable, helpless, painful and hesitant

Even if I sit high in the hall, lonely and sad, it is difficult to release

Who can control fate? There are always too many storms on the way forward despite defiance

Hold your hands tightly and brave the blue sky together

No matter how high the sky is (for women, the sky is high), we have each other's life and walk together Field

Traveling all over the green waters and green mountains (women traveling all over the north and south of the Yangtze River), the gods are not as good as the mortal mandarin ducks

Who is laughing so crazy

A sword is safe

< p>I have no intention of staying in the wind and sand

The lonely smoke in the desert

Looking at the Jiangnan people at sunset over the long river

The change of reincarnation is over

No more than fireworks in one life

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Prosperity is like smoke, look at your picturesque features

The sound of swords is mute

Thousands of horses are fighting against each other

A sword can calm you down and give you everything The world

The way you turn around is so cool

I have worked hard all my life to draw the pledge

But I still can’t wait for you to come and get it

The erhu played in the theater

Who covered half of his face and played the pipa

The singer in red makeup sang with Beijing accent and her cheeks were dizzy with tears

Who hurt her< /p>

Sing a song and let it go

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I have no intention of staying in the wind and sand

The lonely smoke in the desert< /p>

Looking at the people in the south of the Yangtze River as the sun sets over the long river

Reincarnation changes are over

Fireworks in just one life

Business is like smoke and you look at your picturesque features

The sound of swords is mute

Thousands of horses fighting against each other

One sword calms you down and you conquer the world

The way you turn around is so chic

I have worked hard all my life to draw the pledge

But I still can’t wait for you to come and get it

The erhu in the theater is playing

Who covers it? Half-faced, playing the pipa

My cheeks were dizzy with tears while singing in Beijing opera with red makeup

Who on earth hurt me

Sing a song and stop

Lingding Ballad

The flying flowers are scattered to the end of the world, let those bones don’t forget to go home during the Qingming Festival

The melodious sound makes people break their hearts and burst into tears. Two pairs of koi carp fall in the shallow pond. The wind is lingering and blowing, listening to the falling peanuts all night. The snowy clothes are like flowers. The lonely white hair is combed and worried. Who is crying? Who is laughing? The city wall has been hurt. It is eye-catching. Whose eyes are desolate, laughing at this glitz, who is quiet, no more talking, the clouds flow away, the sand between my fingers is blown by the wind, the black and white paintings are old, the willows you planted have new branches, the orioles are flying, the grass is growing, it is another spring and summer. The fireflies scatter their mourning songs in all directions. The souls who have traveled peacefully are no longer looking back at the Xinghua Village. Where did the smoke first rise? The music of the piano diffuses the sky. Who is crying and crying? The sky is darkened. Who is laughing? The cinnabar that penetrates the bones. Whose green shirt is buried by the dusk? Whose dream still has butterfly wings lightly spreading and warm yellow candlelight. Who cut the stone steps in front of the door one night and shed a few more tears. Who pushed open the carved window in case you missed the agarwood and locust trees that lead the way. The fire is chaotic and the cold smoke is slightly cool. You are there. Don’t forget the other side, don’t forget, will the nursery rhymes by the bridge sing the past you left behind? Who is crying, crying, the dark wolf, who is laughing, the cinnabar that penetrates the bones, whose green shirt is buried by the dusk, whose dreams and butterflies Wings lightly spread, warm yellow candlelight, who spent the night shearing the stone steps in front of the door and shed a few more tears, who pushed open the carved window, afraid that you might miss the agarwood that leads the way, rain falls across the river, and the river of forgetfulness is crossed by a silent boatman. Who do you cross? Is the girl who lit the lantern in someone’s house on the winding road in the river back?