Poetry out of Fire (ending theme of the TV series "Fire Like a Song") - Dilraba Dilmurat/Mao Buyi

Lyrics: Duan Sisi

Music: Tan Xuan

Arranger: Lei Li

Producer: Tan Xuan

Guitar: Zhao Qin

Dizi: Zhang Qing

String Orchestra: International Principal Philharmonic Orchestra

Recording Engineer: Ma Tao

Mixing Mix: Li Zhuo

Harmony: Qiu Zhiling

Recording Studio: Tan Xuan Music Studio

Producer: Tan Xuan

Produced by: Shanghai Tan Xuan Music Studio

Female:

People often say that the end of the world is the end of the world

When every step is limited

Why are we exhausted

Can’t stand this lovesickness

< p>Frost melts into words and flowers bloom to write poems

But I am not good at this kind of words

Male:

Who sent me to the cold winter and my desolation

When spring comes, the warmth of spring

Cancel life and death once and for all

Feihong chases the sun across the snow and adds white silk stockings

The pain stops suddenly

Love It’s a thorn that brings joy to the fingertips

Female:

Think a few words from your heart

Young lovers don’t know

I can’t stop here. Fighting the fire and retreating the feathers

Almost an idiot

Male:

If I just snap my fingers here

I am afraid of wasting my life

< p>No poem can be made without bathing in fire

Female:

People often say that the end of the world is the end of the world

When every step is limited

Why is it exhausted?

I can’t stand this lovesickness

The frost melts into words and flowers bloom to write poems

But I am not good at this kind of words

Male:

Who sent me down in the cold winter

When spring is warm and I am born again

I cancel my life and death once

Feihong chases the sun across the snow and adds white silk silk

The pain stopped suddenly

Love is a joyful thorn on the fingertips

Female:

Think a few words from your heart

< p>Young lovers don’t know

If you can’t stop this fire and retreat

How much you become an idiot

Male:

If you only stay here Snap your fingers

Afraid of wasting your life

No poem can be completed without bathing in fire

Female:

In this topsy-turvy world

The shallow lover doesn’t understand

Can’t see through the fire and retreat

Almost an idiot

Male:

Deep in the mountains and rivers Lakes and seas burn on pen and paper

Write you again

No poetry can be made without bathing in fire

How can poetry be made without bathing in fire