The Song of a Long Journey - Theme Song of the Original Music Game "The Grand Musical Master"

Lyrics: Jiahe Feicang

Music and Mixing: Haiyuanqiong

Sing: Yinlin

The flowers fall into the cup, the wine is prosperous, the guests are sticky, the red dust is three thousand, the romantic clothes are full, the lantern market is angry, the dream is like a square inch in the day, and the ink is thrown to the ground, and the moon is bright in the idle night. The sound of the cicada chirps and the music of the piano leaves the hand, the wind enters the sleeves, the clouds fold in the willows, when will the distant guest wait without sighing for the legacy of the world, I will live from each side of the world to live in the morning and at dusk, and the mayflies will do their best to sing. The Wu, Jin and Southern Dynasties will pass through the Song, Qi, Liang and Chen My motherland, Jinling, gently plucked my silk, Jianye, my fingertips, I wiped my fingers quickly, I sang, the people of Yue, Man and I, chasing each other in the Tang Dynasty. I wasted my time in the mountain temple, listened to the Guizi Jun Pavilion, watched the tide, stopped, returned to the world, boarded the boat, traveled through the mountains and rivers, changed my relatives and friends, and passed away in the six dynasties. Nirvana in the spring half Phoenix travels at night, the bright moon sings, the sound of the cicada falls, the music leaves the hand, the wind enters the sleeves, the clouds fold the willows, when will the distant guest wait, without sighing for the world's legacy, I will be from every side of the world, and the mayflies will do their best to sing their songs. The Southern Dynasties passed through the Song Dynasty, Qi Liang, Chen's homeland, Jinling, the sound of silk, gently plucked the Jianye fingertips, wiped the king quickly, sang the song of the Yue people, Man and I, chased each other in the Tang Dynasty, and was born in the grassland. I listened to the Guizi Jun Pavilion, watched the tide, stopped, returned to the world, waved on the boat, traveled through the mountains and rivers, changed relatives and friends. In the first six dynasties, in the middle of spring, the phoenix travels, the flowers fall, the wine falls in the cup, the prosperity sticks to the guest, the red dust, the three thousand, the elegant clothes, the lantern market, the dream, like the day, the square inch, the body throws the ground, thick pen and ink