"The Music Master" only has this score
Am G F C F G Am G F Dm F G Am?
If you send a piece of love to this string sound, the North Star will echo it from afar. I took out this Paulownia harp for you and I played it so carefully?
C G F C Am G C?
You were the one who untied my ankle shackles and walked in the palace humming a strange local accent. ?
Am G F Dm F G Am?
When I was playing the piano for the king, I turned around and saw the emotions of our first encounter hidden in the sound of your strings?
Am G F C Am G Am F G F C F G Am?
The moonlight often comes to my hometown and sends back many people who are away from me, sighing and swallowing the spoonful of hot porridge you fed me. Can these years pass quietly?
Am G F C F G Am G F Dm F G Am?
The lights are swaying all over the city, listening to the rainy night wind spreading a few ripples. You listen to me practice this song outside the door. I will prepare a raincoat for you?
C G F C Am G C?
The sound of the piano reaches the homes of ordinary people, some are laughing and some are crying?
Am G F Dm F G Am?
Love is so deep Deep down, I also shed a tear. A drop of the string broke and the feeling of homesickness was restored?
Am G F C Am G Am F G F C F G Am?
You held your fingers together and made a butterfly fly from the window frame. The sound of breathing passed through my fingertips and brows, just because you gradually became quiet and blew out the lamp and let me hug you?
C G F C Am G C?
The king of winter solstice released me and returned to my hometown alone. I carried it on my back. Looking back at the palace step by step?
Am G F Dm F G Am?
You hum the half-quel song we know well and it is mixed with your low sobs?
Am G F C Am G Am F G F C F G Am?
The road to my hometown is long and long, and there are endless verses that I can’t finish. I compose the music of joy and sorrow and play it for you before I feel sad. What is it that I can’t help myself?
Am G F C Am G Am F G F C F G Am F G Am?
The moonlight often shines on my hometown. I am a fish put back into the pond. I think about the spoonful of hot porridge you fed me, and the memory ends. There the years are still passing by quietly
"The Floating Life Has Not Rested"
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