Seeking magnificent ancient light music

I was shocked at the beginning of Hetu's "Pour Out the World". This is the lyrics

The sword, spear and halberd are hoarse.

Who will take you to see the fighting outside the city?

Seven-fold gauze clothes spattered with white gauze and blood.

Enemy at the Gates's Sixth Army won't send it.

But goodbye is life and death.

At that time, it was thousands of times around the red line.

Whose old scar is the difference between one idea and another?

You can still drink tea quietly.

Crush this bustling fireworks.

How can a blood-stained painting compare with a little cinnabar between your eyebrows?

What covers the world is still just prosperity.

I just want to see you cry again.

Listening to the sound of the sword, the tall building was dying and collapsed.

Who says life is destined to blossom?

Who calculated the divination for you?

The perfect romance is not false.

Pipa plays on the west side of Hualou.

Warm air is everywhere. Who is in the spirit?

Color gives the soul and upside down glory.

Refuse to shine on wax.

Say you love flowers rather than childhood friends.

Finally, forget the divination.

I always protect you from the wind and rain.

The bright moon lit up the horizon.

Who finally got the cockroach?

The silent noise in the arms of the screaming horses in the mountains and rivers

The wind swept across the world, killing Hua Rong and thanking him, reigning over the world.

Climb the Nine Towers and watch the shooting stars whisper all night.

Back to that moment, the silence of the years is also terrible.

Dead vines grow branches, and the original time has been lightly brushed.

In my dream, you are still standing upstairs, standing under the moon.

Brush the snowflakes off your clothes and watch the world side by side.

"Dedicated to the Dragon" is the best song I have ever heard with Yan Huang.

Eternal moonlight shines on your palm.

The desolation of the wound was laughed off.

[0 1:36.00] We look forward to your visit.

You were born a dragon.

Remember that your name is Yanhuang.

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[0 1:5 1.00] Sunset on the battlefield on the beacon tower.

[0 1:54.00] Time flows quietly by the broken blade.

[0 1:58.00] Chapter 12 gives you a tattoo and looks around at the sacrifices.

[0 1:02.00] The Yellow River and the Yangtze River are full of blood.

[0 1:05.00] is your innate publicity.

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Red walls and green tiles were completely destroyed by wind and rain.

[0 1: 15.00] Danqing leaves tomorrow.

[0 1:20.00] In Chinese characters, the ink color is soft and moist.

Expression of intergenerational inheritance

[0 1:27.00] Rise and fall, honor and disgrace mottled cheeks.

Thousands of years later, lead porcelain was washed clean.

The soil you have been sticking to is under your feet.

Until death do us part.

[02:45.00]

Sunset on the battlefield.

Time flows quietly beside the broken blade.

[02:58.00] Chapter 12 gives you tattoos and looks at the sacrifices around you from a distance.

[02:0 1.00] The Yellow River and the Yangtze River are full of blood.

It's your innate publicity.

[02: 10.00]

Red walls and green tiles were completely destroyed by wind and rain.

Danqing leaves tomorrow's yellow flowers.

[02: 19.00] In Chinese characters, the ink color is soft and moist.

Expressions handed down from generation to generation

Ups and downs, honor and disgrace mottled cheeks

Thousands of years later, lead porcelain was washed clean.

The soil you have been sticking to is under your feet.

Until death do us part.

[03:44.00]

Red walls and green tiles were completely destroyed by wind and rain.

Danqing leaves tomorrow's yellow flowers.

In Chinese characters, ink is gentle.

Expression of intergenerational inheritance

Ups and downs, honor and disgrace mottled cheeks.

After thousands of years, lead porcelain was washed.

The soil you have been sticking to is under your feet.

Until death do us part.

[04:32.00]

Eternal moonlight shines on your palm.

The desolation in my arms will never look back.

I look forward to standing here for you.

Remember what it's like to be born a dragon.

Remember my name is Yanhuang.

"The sky is blue" is very magnificent on the battlefield.

The fire sadly lit up the night city, which was broken and the horizon gradually darkened.

At that glance, you smiled like an epiphyllum and faded in an instant.

The blood wind tore the flag, and the lights at the head of the city finally went out.

I can't see your high head and contemptuous eyes.

The burnt butterfly broke its branches and leaves.

Frozen sadness before derailment.

Blood flowed through the ears of the strip, and the war did not stop.

The guarded gate sobbed in the heavy rain.

Years later, a page of history still says this night.

Bluestone has been dyed in Where Are You Going for a long time.

What you hear is ruined.

Gentle, decisive, falling and swaying.

Suddenly, I bid farewell to the fading night.

Wash away all sins before dawn.

Someone calls your name until your voice is hoarse.

If the soul can perceive the grave and never forget it.

I don't remember rain or shine. I've seen flowers bloom and fall.

Gradually recall the difference between joy and hate.

The surname of the city has been rewritten, and I am still here to watch the night.

What are you waiting for to break through the ground and become a butterfly?

It is fate that is known as an illusion in reincarnation.

The fire tore through the sky and the stars poured down.

Horseshoe crushed the fallen leaves, and the corner was endless.

Blood is rolling down, so is dust.

It's too far away to see the coming.

At the end of memory, the wind is still cold.

Buried bones and blood have sunk into the night.

The past is cold and drifting with the flow.

I remember the first snow in the city after the sun, the moon and the cicada.

The drizzle on the eaves stopped in the first season.

Hide the ancient vows with the most simple words

Spring breeze is greener than willow leaves. You used to laugh naively.

Crossing the wilderness against the wind, it is too late to say goodbye.

Forget all the timidity before dawn.

From now on, I will see the world for you with my eyes.

Cloud Wan Li Mountain, the ends of the earth, the city that never sleeps.

Vaguely the first quarter moon at the gate of the old season.

The white figure is as clear as water at night.

Lend me a moment to see you, really.

Flowers bloom into snow behind them, and they don't fade in the moonlight.

Listening to these songs, I feel that I can see the plot. ) The river maps are all good.