The most amazing peaks and peaks that have made you and me crazy is "Tomb Robbers' Notes on the World in Ten Years".

The title of this song is "Tomb Raiders: Ten Years in the World" and it is a song sung by singer Li Changchao (Lao Ganma). This song is also the theme promotion song of the August 17th Rice Festival.

Introduction to the lyrics of "Tomb Robbers Notes: Ten Years in the World"

Who is the light? Light the candle to illuminate the hidden light set by time. Displace the light and dark positions and flow freely. See who has stood in the chess game. We are riddled with holes, seeing the truth and lies in front of us, so why not walk towards the most tolerant execution ground with a fiery stubbornness. The cracks and fragments all echoed hollowly. In the end, I was glad that the sunset was still on me. There was no time to tell the story, so many ups and downs, and the most bizarre peaks and mountains. You and I are crazy, the clear light on the sea and the full moon are poured into the cup. The most arrogant snow-capped mountains are quiet. I have listened to you and me reciting the chapter. The world is amazed by the scene. However, ordinary light can find the road ahead, which is difficult and dangerous. It can also illuminate the road ahead. The light can make up for the imperfections. The world does not need to be measured. Look at the impermanence of your calculations and the hesitation when you come. Look at the courage to stand alone against the absurdity of the world. With a fiery stubbornness, go to the most tolerant execution ground. After being broken and broken, it all echoed hollowly. In the end, I was glad that the sunset was still on me. It was too late. There are many ups and downs in telling stories, and the most amazing peaks and mountains make it possible for you and me. The clear light on the sea and the full moon fill the cup. The most arrogant snow-capped mountains quietly listen to you and me reciting. The scenes that the world is envious of. But ordinary things have the most amazing peaks and mountains to make them perfect. You and I have been crazy, the clear light on the sea and the full moon have been poured into the cup, the most broken letter has recorded the long time, the fragments of tiles picked up unintentionally, the cold and cold, the most arrogant snow-capped mountains have listened to you and me reciting the chapter, which is the envy of the world. But usually the thinnest handwriting has turned yellow with memory, and I started to pave the way for the next chapter again.