Theme: Expressing nature, so plain that it makes people calm, and so smooth that it makes people transcend.

Full text of "Asking":

Song title: Asking

Singer: Deng Weibiao

Album: Kong

Wenwen·Beichen Zhulao·Ji Yan Zisu

Dictionary: Xinhui Tianya

Music: Deng Weibiao

Voice: Road to End Snow Sea

Editor: Xiaoman

The left butterfly remains in the stone belly of the Kun fish, and the pain of thousands of years of separation is condensed into ice tears.

Beichen Zhu’s old love has not yet faded away, and the world is far away. It’s hard to say goodbye to the end of the world.

Outside the Rihua City, I was fascinated by the beauty, and looked at the top of the mountain with a smile on my face.

We chatted about a strange kind of poison, which was inexplicable, and my heart was inexplicably rippled.

The cold stones are scattered and the beautiful woman is gone. How can I recognize them temporarily because of my infatuated heart and sorrow?

The remaining silk of the bag of heaven and earth is tied, and the beacon fire is not extinguished.

When the two hearts finally knew each other, it is hard to remember the long journey to the West Sea under the rain pillow.

In the dream, the falling flowers and the loss of lovesickness are difficult to decide, but it is difficult to decide between life and death.

The dawn wind has swept away the remaining frost, and the shadows all over the world are weeping and mourning.

Beichen has gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes, and the world is especially fond of infatuation.

Purple flowers accompany the night tassels, and the eagle feathers are solitary in the cold wind.

Where are the shadows on the Sansheng Stone? Fanghun, I ask who will bind Fanghun?

There are remnants of butterflies left in the stone belly of Kun fish, and bitter tears of bitterness after thousands of years of separation.

Beichen Pearl has not thanked her for her old love, and it is difficult to say goodbye to the end of the world and the end of the dream.

Tonight, no matter how drunk you are, the ghosts of the dead moon are unable to shed tears.

Beichen's beauty was so beautiful when he was old, and his glory has dried up.

If the love in this life is sown in the heart, if it can go through all the vicissitudes of life in the next life,

The North Sea is cold and the tears are condensed, bleak, and the people are bleak and sonorous.