Lyrics/Arranger: Shu Ming
Singing: Ouyang Qing
The appearance of lovesickness in the attic made me melancholy all night.
Listening to the wind and rain is like poetry, beautiful and beautiful.
Write a narrative for you with the fragrance of a broken leaf.
Spring has passed, and the cold autumn moon has achieved a single shadow.
Fallen leaves, I miss you.
How sad it is to face each other across the mountain
When you meet in winter.
The wind gazes at you through the waning moon.
Missing a few strands of heart, falling to the ground with the rain.
Although I was covered with dust, it returned to the building.
There are many kinds of amorous feelings in the building, just waiting for you.
The wind gazes at you through the waning moon.
I miss a few strands of my heart and fall to the ground with the rain.
Blood spattered peach blossoms and burned into a mystery. When will people return when they leave the building empty?
It's never too late between misty rain and heaven.
Singer: Ouyang Qing Language: Putonghua Release Date: 20 13 06 2 1
Record company: Guangzhou Kexin Culture Communication Co., Ltd.
Lyrics: producer of A Lang: producer of Zhao Feng: producer of Zhao Feng.
Lyrics:
The river in front of the door
Walk under my feet.
Clear and transparent river water
Fish pan-blue wave
My lover is singing folk songs.
Drift across the blue sky
The shepherd boy returned in the sunset.
The scenery is really good.
Hey ... if you really come to me. ...
Go along this river.
Fanjiu daopo
Although the mountain road is a little far.
But you can't back down.
I will never back down.
Sister has a heart.
I want to tell you
A flower under the green forest tree
That must be my rap: along this river, across the nine slopes, my brother's mood is that you and I are in your heart, enjoying a beautiful life in a paradise. Yaner shuttled, and Liu Ye was in a good mood all the way. In my dream, you and I live a beautiful life in the paradise beside you, and we love each other.
Singer: Ouyang Qing
Lyrics: Shu Ming
Dull space, dull place, dull ancient times that I dreamed of.
Your first makeup is innocent, the music of guzheng and the appearance of Iraqis haunt you.
Through the distant love, love is like a flower, and the sound of the piano is only for you.
On this moonlit night, we met in a hurry and our thoughts melted the strings.
I changed my space, changed my place and changed my clothes. I'm in a dream.
You are by my side, you linger for me, and you drink with me. This is called love.
I am in this story, and the plot is lingering. Because of you, I will stay.
The love password written for you is only waiting for you to turn over a page. I hope you can look back again.
I don't want to leave, I don't want to see or wake up in a world without you.
I miss you around, and I miss you again. I'll have another glass of wine called love.
I am in this story, and the plot is lingering. Because of you, I will stay.
For your scattered dead leaves, I only feel that I am in love with flowers, and I am willing to meet each other in an instant and condense into a painting.
Dull space, dull place, dull I dreamed that you were standing in front of dull ancient times.
I changed my space, changed my place, changed my clothes, and met you. The beginning of the story was very touching.
Although the meeting under the moonlight is only in a hurry, my thoughts have melted the strings and made me prefer to be in a dream.
The love password written to you, I hope you can look back at the dead leaves scattered for you, just like I love flowers.