(Note: The lyrics listed in this entry are subject to the original words disclosed by Huli himself. If the singer sings anything inconsistent with the original words, the original words will be recorded)
Thirty-eight Summer Solstice
Composer/Arranger/Singer: Hetu Lyrics: Huli
(Drama:
The fading grass is horizontal and the sky is clear in the evening. Half of the city is half-colored with willows. The sound of the flute
In vain does the green wax turn into red jade, and the house is full of clothes and no memories
Time comes and goes
(singing:
Xiang Half leaning against the screen lengthens the light and shadow
The heavy-colored vermilion paint mottles the painting
A farce of drunkenness and extravagance
A dress stained by the world of mortals
After singing The West Chamber, who is looking forward to being together in this life?
The shadow under the lamp embellishes the memories
The old record player reincarnates the thoughts
A yellowed and wrinkled letter Letter
A pen that outlines the corners of the eyebrows
The coloratura echoes the old music
The fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples concealed a few sighs
I watched Neon’s parting scenes with a cold eye
He was still acting in the scene where the man came riding a bamboo horse
He was still wearing the clothes with overlapping flowers and shadows.
He is still stuck in that dream that lasted for many years
Quietly put on his clothes and go to sleep regardless of the day and night
The shadow under the lamp embellishes the memory
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An old record player reincarnates thoughts
A yellowed and wrinkled letter
A pen outlining the corners of the eyebrows
The coloratura responds in a subtle way And the old music
The fragrant clothes and temples concealed a few sighs
Watching the neon farewell with a cold eye
He was still acting that The scene where the man comes riding a bamboo horse
He is still wearing the clothes with overlapping flowers and shadows
He is still trapped in that dream that has lasted for many years
Quietly He put on his clothes and went to bed, ignoring the day and night
He acted out all the joys and sorrows but no one could reconcile him
The deserted place where the candlelight was still flickering
He shook off the flowers and waited for someone to remember
The people who saw off the dream have not left yet
Who else will accompany me to watch this old show obsessively
Who else will stop for me? Who will accompany me like clothes
Yangguan Diao
Composer/arranger/singer: Hetu Lyrics: Hu Li
Dao The light is unwilling to fall into whose arms
The midnight battlefield, the desert, the smoke is like wild grass
The frost has fallen all over the city, the depression is cold, and the long pavilion and short bridge are cold
The cinnabar between the eyebrows is in troubled times Years are like carving knives
Whose smile can be exchanged for young people wearing black clothes
The sword points to the sky in the west of Shanxi Province and there are few people in Yangguan
The wind and sand have broken the ancient road and spread Whose brows
The banners are connected to the city and the wine is poured into the dusk clouds
The snow falls in the sky, the snow is like white hair, the snow is like withering flowers, disturbing the flying birds
Looking at the sky together Xia Tong goes to the end of the world, wears the plain silk, and invites the bright moon together
The bow string is broken, the heart is broken, the floating life is broken, and the misty sky is cut off
My heart is like three months, my heart is like weeds, my heart is like a quagmire. Good
Looking through the scabbard of the sword to entangle the corners of whose eyes
He went up to the tower, took off his shirt, and sent it to the vast sea and clouds for freedom
Who will be engraved on the broken wall that will not fall down for a thousand years? The mark
The sound of Qiang is thin and the world is upside down. Who leans on the railing and who bends the waist
Whose heartbeats are shaken by the wind and rain
The flowers of Chang'an in the prosperous age forget their past in the setting sun
The snow falls in the vast sky, the snow is like white hair, the snow is like flowers withering, disturbing the flying birds
Watching the blue sky together, going to the end of the world, wearing plain silk, the bright moon together, inviting together
Broken bow strings are broken The heart beats, the floating life ends, and the misty gaze ends.
My heart is like three months, my heart is like weeds, my heart is like a mire, it doesn’t matter
Looking through the scabbard to entangle the corner of someone’s eyes
When he goes up to the city tower, he takes off his shirt and sends it to the vast sea of ??clouds and waves
Whose mark will be engraved on the broken wall that will last for thousands of years
The sound of Qiang 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 in turmoil
>In the prosperous age of Chang'an, flowers forget about the past in the setting sun
Whoever holds your hand and runs away all the way
The hustle and bustle of wolf smoke and beacon fire
Who cooks wine and gets drunk and laughs all his life? A Cup Is Hard to Sell
The Embrace of Floating Flowers and Waves
Hidden
Composer/Arranger/Singer: Hetu Lyrics: Hu Li
I am untitled and passionate all my life, and I don’t even mention it. I have seen many paintings, many songs, stage scenes, many poems, parting duckweeds without a trace, and empty names. I wish to wake up after being drunk. It’s still you who lend me a ride. Beads, foils, floating lanterns, looking at each other through the rain. The white door tossed and turned for several more times, sighing at the splendor, washing away the floating dust in an instant, trusting Gu Hong, not asking for a cup of tea, I always regret it. The sound of the orchestra on the table is clear and cold, and the cold spot is clear and clear. The stars in the night are inscribed in the old season. The rain is falling in succession under the yellow leaves, and the moss marks are separated. The wall asked the white-headed man, is there anyone looking for you? You have gone on a carp, leaving only a drop of red tears, an inkstone and an inkstone, frost and frost, quatrains, the shadow of the old courtyard door is deep, the west window is entangled with withered vines, this year, I recall the spring night rain of the year before, I recall the stars, if I had known it earlier, it would be difficult. Ordinary dreams are in vain, it is better to be with you holding brocades and never leaving each other. On a clear night, flowers and brocades are facing each other, candles are shaking in front of the shadow. The shadows of the trees are moving, peach after plum. Under your lamp, tailoring clothes cover a lifetime of memories. When they pass, they are filled with flowers. Returning with drooping branches, my lapel is full of rain
I have no title or problems in my life, I sign my name and leave my name behind, leaving a lotus to listen to the rain