On the moonlit night, the male voice was hoarse and covered.

The hoarse cover of the male voice in Moonlit Night is a combination of North and South.

North-South Group (Jiping) is a pair of pop music groups in China, which consists of Jiping in the south of China and Chen Yongxin in the north of China. Their music styles are mainly popular, folk songs and lyrical, and they have won the love and recognition of many listeners through their unique timbre and emotional expression.

Ji Ping, whose real name is Ji Qunying, is a singer and songwriter from southern China. She has a unique timbre and singing skills, and is good at interpreting various types of songs. Her music works are mostly emotional, with touching lyrics and beautiful melody. In the group, she is mainly responsible for the creation and singing of songs.

Chen Yongxin, whose real name is Julian Chen, is a singer and music producer from northern China. He has a solid foundation in music and rich creative experience, and is good at combining traditional music elements with modern pop music. Mainly responsible for the arrangement and production of songs in the group.

The music works of the North-South Group (Jiping) are mostly about love, with sincere and touching lyrics and beautiful melody. Their masterpieces include Sauvignon Blanc and Love Can't Stay. After their release, these songs were quickly loved and sung by the audience and became classics in Chinese pop music.

The full version of "Moonlit Night" lyrics:

How many storms have I experienced in Qian Shan before I can come back to you? Whether the appearance of waiting has not changed? Whether the person who greeted me is still sitting at the window, welcoming the twilight with a few lines of clear tears? Is there still a small lamp hanging in front of the door, dragging me back to you? It is obviously a dream, and I dare not ask if it is true or not. No matter how many years have passed, the running water has left it, but my heart is nowhere to be found.

There are no lights and no one is waiting, only the night is the same as before. Are the people waiting for me still sitting at the window, with a few lines of clear tears, welcoming the twilight in the morning? Is there still a small lamp hanging in front of the door, pulling me back to your side? This is obviously an empty dream, and I dare not ask if it is true or not. No matter how many years have passed, I have nowhere to find it. Many years later, I was the only one by the window, and the cold night was by my side.