Yangguan Diao
Words: Hu Li
Music: River Pictures
Whose arms will I fall into< /p>
The midnight battlefield, the desert, the smoke is like wild grass
The frost has fallen all over the city, and the depression has chilled the long pavilions and short bridges
The cinnabar between the eyebrows is like a carving knife in troubled times
The young man wearing black clothes exchanges his smile for the world
The sword points to the sky and Shanxi Chuyangguan is sparsely populated
The wind and sand cut off the ancient road and spread its eyebrows
The banners connect the city and the wine pours, the dusk clouds burn
The snow falls in the vast sky, the snow is like white hair, the snow is like withered flowers, disturbing the flying birds
Looking at the blue sky together, going to the end of the world, wearing the plain silk, the bright moon together Invitation
The bow string is broken, the heart is broken, the floating life is broken, and the misty sky is broken
My heart is like three months, my heart is like weeds, my heart is like a mire, it doesn’t matter if my heart is stuck in the mud
My eyes are clear Whose eyes are entangled in the scabbard
When he goes up to the city tower, he takes off his robe and sends it to the vast sea and waves to send it to Xiaoyao
Whose mark is etched on the broken wall that has survived for thousands of years
Qiang The voice is thin and the world is upside down. Who leans on the railing and who bends the waist
Whose heart beats when the country is swaying in the wind and rain
The flowers in Chang'an in the prosperous age forget their past in the setting sun
Whose clothes are you holding your hand in? Jiao ran all the way
The hustle and bustle of wolf smoke and beacon fire
Who cooks wine and laughs all his life, a thousand cups are hard to sell
The embrace of floating flowers and waves
Phoenix Tribulation
Lyrics/Music/Singing: River Map
Is there any time left to look back
Look at me again and I can’t tell the horizon< /p>
Is it the red cloud or the flame you ignited
Which life is the end of enlightenment but I can’t say goodbye
Is there any time left to burn out
Which thought can last forever, is it Nirvana or eternal nostalgia
>Transforming into the starlight of the western sky is the end of your reincarnation
How long does it take to pass through the hourglass of eternal life?
You gaze at my face in the next life by the Santu River
I planted Mandala to let the memories of my previous life sink deep
How many partings can ignite the flame of the sycamore branch
How many five hundred years have I walked through in this world
Who can still remember the past when the mandala flowers bloom?
Who accepted someone’s calamity and who became someone’s obsession
Is there any burning left? The end of time
Whether it turns into longing, is it a fate or a nightmare
Is it ashes or rising smoke
Which thought can be immortal, is it Nirvana or eternal nostalgia?
Transforming into the starlight of the western sky is the end of your reincarnation
How long does it take to pass through the hourglass of eternal life?
You gaze at my face in the next life by the Santu River
I planted Mandala to let the memories of my previous life sink deep
How many farewells can ignite the flame of the sycamore branch
How many times have I walked through in this world? Five hundred years
Who can still remember the past when the mandala flowers bloom
Who accepted someone's calamity and who became someone's obsession
The Wind Rises in the Sky
Lyrics/copywriting: Finale
Composer/arranger/singer: Hetu
Female voice: Flowing Moon
The fire illuminated the night city sadly and the moon was waning in the sky
At that glance, your smile faded like an epiphyllum in a blink of an eye
The bloody wind tore the flags apart and the lights at the top of the city finally went out
p>I can’t see your head hanging high with contempt in your eyes
The branches and leaves of the butterfly that burned to ashes
Break free from the frozen sadness in front of your eyes
Blood flowed through the long street and the killing continued
The guarded city tower sobbed in the heavy rain
Many years later, the pages of history books still wrote about this night
Blue Stone Changing Tieran ends in life and death
What you hear is like an end and what you see is destroyed
Gentleness is the most decisive
The falling once swayed
Suddenly, I said goodbye to the fading night
Wash away all sins before dawn
Someone calls your name until you are hoarse
< p>If the soul can feel under the underworld and not forget itI don’t remember the clouds or the moon, I have seen the flowers bloom and fade
Gradually I recall the difference between joy and hatred
p>The surnames in Wangcheng have been rewritten and I am still here watching the night
What are you waiting for to emerge from the ashes and become a butterfly
It is fate that is reincarnated, as familiar as an illusion
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The fire burned through the sky and the stars poured out
Horse hooves trampled the fallen leaves to pieces in all directions
The blood rolled down to the dust like that flash of beauty
The eyelashes that are too distant to be seen clearly
The wind is still cold at the end of the memory
The buried bones and blood have long since sunk in the dark night
The things that have passed away are cold and drifting away The unfinished story
Remember the sun and moon in the city after the cicadas chirped and then the first snow fell
The drizzle on the eaves stopped at the first season
Use the most plain words to hide the old vows
You smiled innocently when the spring breeze blew through the willow leaves
Crossing the wilderness against the wind, it was too late to say goodbye
Forget all timidity before dawn
From now on, I will use my eyes to see the world for you
The city at the end of thousands of miles of clouds and mountains never sleeps
It is vaguely like the waxing and waning moon of the city gate in the old days
White Your figure is as clear as water in the night
Give me a moment to see you clearly
The flowers behind you bloom into snow and never wither in the moonlight
Take all the world
The sound of swords and halberds *** the silk and bamboo are hoarse
Who will show you the fighting outside the city
The blood of the seven-layer gauze clothes splattered with white gauze
The six armies approaching the city Don't send it
Who would have known that goodbye would mean life or death
Thousands of red threads were wrapped around me
I married someone just by a thought
Who has that scar? Old scars
You can still drink tea calmly
Crush the fireworks of this prosperous age
The blood-stained painting of the country
How can I compete with a little cinnabar between your brows
It doesn’t matter if it covers the whole world
It is always just a prosperous event
Peach blossoms dyed with blood
I just want to I see you again with tears streaming down my face
Listen to the muteness of the sword
The tall building is dying
It means that one life is a peach blossom
Who will count it for you That hexagram
The most flawless and romantic one is true
The pipa bounces on the west side of the painting building
The warm wind is everywhere, who is distraught
Color Enlightenment and inversion of Rong Hua
Wu Zi refused to compare the wax
Said he loves folding flowers but not his childhood sweetheart
The final hexagram
The world is finally overturned for you
The bright moon illuminates the horizon
Who gets the Jianjia in the end
The mountains and rivers neigh and the war horses
The silent noise in the embrace
The wind blows across the sky and the earth is so chill
Rong Hua Xie empress reigns over the world
Climb the nine-layer pagoda
See Meteors were flying all night long
Back to that moment
The silence of the years is also scary
Withered vines sprouting branches
It turns out that time has passed Wiping lightly
In the dream, upstairs and under the moon
Standing with the same eyebrows, you
Brush the snowflakes off your clothes
Side by side Look at the vastness of the world
Back to that moment
The silence of the years is also scary
Withered vines grow branches
It turns out that time has passed by gracefully Wipe it lightly
In the dream, upstairs and under the moon
Standing, you still have the same eyebrows
Brush off the snowflakes on your clothes
Look side by side The sky and the earth are vast
In a dream, upstairs and under the moon
Standing, you with the same eyebrows
Brush off the snowflakes on your clothes
Look side by side The sky and the earth are vast
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[al:Ye Ge Cheng Nian Shao]
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[00:00.30]Hanyi Tune
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[00:11.71]Music: "Windmill" by Yi Qingyao
[00:14.68]Words: Finale
[00:17.30]Singing: Hetu
[00:22.36]Who is the one who broke the cold clothes in the thin moonlight
[ 00:27.92]Looking at the end of the world and thinking of you and my hometown
[00:33.58]The snow has not fallen all night and the north wind is strong
[00:39.52]Thousands of miles apart, we are connected with one heart
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[00:44.95]Playing the Qiang flute in the dream of glory
[00:50.53]The war of non-crime has been burning for several seasons
< p>[00:56.19]Guanshan is full of snow tonight and the north wind is strong[01:02.11]Thousands of miles apart, our hearts are connected
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[01:10.58]To be together in this life or to cherish it in the next life
[01:15.90]Why don’t you understand this riddle?
[01:21.65]It’s only when you look back that you become silent Long Notes
[01:27.28]On the way to the end of the world, there is only a shadow to whom to rely on
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[01:44.09]Knowing your heart is sent thousands of miles away Cold Clothes
[01:49.82]If you succeed, you will return home
[01:55.50]Tonight, there will be urgent calls from all over the world
[02:01.59 ]The blood-stained yellow sand is gone
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[02:06.76]The moonlight slants like this evening
[02:12.44 ] Snowflakes fly to ask if they will return home
[02:18.05]The night will pass without tears
[02:23.94]The green hair turns into snow and the hairpin falls to the ground
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[02:32.28]Life is like failure, death is like separation from love
[02:37.81]One day you will understand this riddle
[02:43.56]The yellow spring and the blue sky will be divided into two places from now on
[02:49.16]Long memories of each other under the snowy moon on thousands of mountains
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[03:20.23]Is it to be together in this life or to cherish it in the next life
[03:25.76]Why do you never understand this riddle
[03:31.54 ]Only when I look back suddenly can I remember it silently
[03:37.12]On the road to the end of the world, there is only a shadow to whom to rely on
[03:42.90]The yellow spring and the blue fall will be divided into two places from now on
[03:48.33]Remembering each other under the snowy moon across thousands of mountains
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[03:54.00]Who would wear cold clothes in the sparse moonlight
< p>[03:59.65]The spirit of the end of the world returns home[04:05.33]There is no snow, no sunshine, no joy or sorrow tonight
[04:11.05]The two of them look at the wind Fine
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[04:27.04]-The End-