The spear pierces the clouds from the song "Traveling in the Mountains and Rivers"

Guitar: Pan Chunyu

Mixing: Tang Yu

Harmony: Tian Yuejun

Publicity and Promotion: +7/Sun Kanghuai

Producer: Jiang Xueer Snow.J/You Wenya

Coordinator: Lin Baochuan

Production: Qingfeng Music p>Composer: Zhu He

Arranger: Zhu He

Producer: Tian Yuejun

Full version lyrics:

Autumn wind sets in Boating in misty rain on the Yangtze River in the south of the Yangtze River

How many beacon fires are whipped up through the rocks?

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have traveled through the world, who can get it?

Can't separate and reunite Decades of Spring and Autumn

When I was surrounded by enemies on all sides

I drank wine with the sky

So what if I never come back to this battle

Who saw thousands of arrows shooting out in unison, sparks filling the sky like daylight

The swords and swords intertwined with shadows

And my spear shot out like a dragon, shook the universe, and shook the sky with a roar

Lance Pierce the clouds and let go of the worries of my life

Looking at the cold moon like teeth, riding the horse alone without saying anything about life and death

The wind swept the broken horse, cracked the armor, and stained the yellow sand thousands of miles with blood

Success or failure Staying with Qingshi between jokes

When I was surrounded by enemies from all sides

I drank wine with the sky

So what if I never return to this battle< /p>

Who saw thousands of arrows shooting out in unison, sparks of fire filling the sky and the night like day

The light and shadow of swords intertwined

And my spear shot out like a dragon, shaking the universe and shaking the sky with a roar

< p>The spear pierced the clouds and let go of the worries of a lifetime

Looking at the cold moon like teeth, riding the horse alone without saying anything about life and death

The wind-swept cavalry cracked the armor and stained the yellow sand thousands of miles with blood

< p>Between success and failure, laugh and leave the legacy of history

The spear pierced the clouds and let go of life's worries

Looking at the cold moon like teeth, riding the horse alone without saying anything about life and death

The wind The broken cavalry and the cracked armor are stained with blood for thousands of miles of yellow sand

Who can stay during the laughter and conversation