What are some good old Chinese style songs?

Lyrics: EDIQ

Songwriter: tony_ms

Sung by: Fireworks Show HITA

Harmony: HITA

Mixed by: Allen

Copywriter: EDIQ

(M) Late to the school, you slap your hand You pursed your lips to laugh

(F) The twilight wind, the ancient banyan hide, You can't find me

(M) Close to the water to see the reflection, Who knows that the rain falls at the dawn of the Qingming Festival?

(M) Close to the water to see the reflection, who would have guessed that the rain would fall at this brightening

(M) Two lotus leaves interspersed in the silent crowd

(M) Don't let you go away from the sedan chair

(F) Who is playing the ghostly face to make you laugh

(M) Who will you be with to comb your eyebrows together in your old age

(M) Wine to buy drunkenness on the Ten Thousand Maple Bridge.

(Woman) I can't even put down my brush

(Together) I can only dream of silence

(Man) I'll turn my blood into ink, I'll paint the smoke and waves, and I'll be with you

This scroll of paintings only has a faint afterglow

The sea vows have long since been swallowed up by the tidal waves

There's only one stroke left to be painted, and I laugh bitterly about the lack of ink in the ink slab

(Man) I'm trying to paint a painting, but I haven't yet painted it yet, but you laughed at the smile of your previous life

(Man) I'm trying to paint a painting yet, and you're laughing at me.

But I don't dare to speak, I can't sigh, and I'm swaying in the night rain on the fence

(Woman) I want to touch but I don't dare to, but I'm blocked by this space and time

I close my eyes and I think you can feel it

(Man) The wind carries the painting in the air and it's floating in the wind, hanging on the corner of the window of my present life

I embrace the hopelessness and it's only a long way away

(Woman) I have a tear that hasn't fallen

to sacrifice for a little drunkenness in my past life.

The last thing I want to do is to put you in the painting

(Woman) I'll turn my blood into ink and you'll paint the waves of smoke and drown me

This painting is still familiar with the residual heat

The words of our alliance have long since been separated by the mountains

The next time you paint a picture, you won't be able to paint it on my picture

(Man) That time when I was late, just for the sake of buying osmanthus candies, I ran through the long streets and alleys

(Woman) I'll be able to buy the candies and the candies.

(Woman) I was afraid that you would be in a hurry and not be able to find me, so I intentionally showed the corner of my coat

(Together) I turned my blood into ink, and you drowned me in smoke and waves

This scroll of paintings is familiar with you and has a slight warmth to it

The alliance of the voices of the mountain has been a long time ago, but it is a long time ago that they were separated from the mountain

Another life where your paintings did not paint me

END

Huaxu Dreams

Quote: "I'm not sure if you want to be a part of the world's most beautiful city: あなたのいない雨

词：顾盼仍然

和和声写/唱：HITA

谁走过你的身边

留留

往事一一现现现

梦的尽端谁留留

谁挥手 抹去你眉间哀愁

牵手放手留 停留回眸 溫肩擦而过

Who is wasting time for whom in a thousand years

If you and I are destined to go all the way to tragedy

Who will open the curtain for us

Turning the trajectory of time

Blooming with confetti

As if your scent is in the air

Thoughts are tangled up in my long hair

Combing out your hang-ups

Loving you is a flower watered by my life. The flower that I watered with my life

Who's there in my dreams

Who woke up

The dusty heart

Seeing you smile in my dreams

The salty thoughts are still in the corners of my eyes

Hands interlocked, clasped together, I don't want to miss it

Who can read my loneliness without you

As long as I can keep your embrace in my eyes

If only I can keep you in my arms at the moment

Who cares about the end of time

Who is still standing outside the window

Who is still waiting

Waiting for the haze that will never lift

What's getting cold

Lost in the sea of time

The path of searching is always so long

Turning the trajectory of time

The blossom of a confetti >

Lost in the Ocean of Time

Why is the road of searching always so long

Good people are like a dream

Composer/Arranger: tony_ms

Lyrics: Si Cha ediq

Harmony Writing/Singing/Post-Production: hita

Pipa: First Rain and First Sunshine

Copywriter: Minamoto Jung Kang

Posters: Qingping Shuo Nights

What is it that is still waiting for?

The past suddenly ripples into rows

Thirty-three words are linked together in a dream

I think it's the sound of your ears when you're tired of wandering

The beautiful woman sings a song like a dream order

Makes me think like a surging wave

You and I are on opposite sides of the water

The fear of seeing each other stains my makeup with tears

The rain is rising tonight and the thoughts of love are filled with melancholy

The red candles and flowers are covered with tears, which is why I'm not sure if I'll see you again.

The red candles and tears reflecting through the west window

It's a pity that I don't have your hands on my shoulders

The moonlight is on the wall of the courtyard with ink on the bamboo

The night wind turns over the books again

Taihu Lake stones, red carps in the pond

Recently, I can still find my old painting

Lotus flower leaks and the night grows cooler

Wake up and I sleep on the Begonia

Curtains rolled up by stars, magpies chirp a few pairs.

The scent of Ju Ju's flower capsule is still with me today

It's been a long time since I lost my soul to the yellow flowers

I'm afraid that drinking the wine alone will add to my heartache

The beautiful woman sang a song called "Like a Dream Order"

and it made me feel like a surge in my mind

You and I are on opposite sides of the water

I fear that I will be stained with tears when we see each other

I'm afraid that we will be stained with tears when we meet again.

The rain tonight is full of melancholy

The tears of the red candle reflecting through the western window

It's a pity that I don't have your hands on my shoulders

The beautiful woman sings a song like the Dreaming Order

Makes me feel like a surge of thoughts

You and I are on opposite sides of the water

The fear of tears staining my makeup when I see you

The rain tonight is full of melancholy

The rain tonight is full of melancholy

The rain is full of melancholy

The rain is full of melancholy. HITA

Mixed by: Music Brigade Gangster Heroes HITA

The light in the house is as strange as fringe

The radio is tuned to 106.7

Grandpa sits in that bungalow of his memories

Rocking his favorite rocking chair

The fish spits out its bubbles and sweeps the ripples all over the pond

They tell me that it might rain tomorrow

There is a possibility that it will rain. Tomorrow it might rain

I made the mung beans in the sack

Buried them in a heap of sugar

The dough was soft, and made into a ball, and made it round

The feeling of being a child was always sweet

The train whistle sounded far away in the mountains and in the fields

The puppy pounced to see, but couldn't see

The mung-bean cake of childhood

The green color of the mung bean cake. p>

The green color is spreading

The pine waves are swimming with smoke

I'm turning the pages of a poem

Melon vines are trying to climb upwards

Dragonflies are flying all over the sky

Jasmine is all over the wall

Flower scent overflows in the south of the city

The noodle man at the roadside stall makes a face at me

It feels very nasty but actually it's kind of like that

The noodle man in the Journey to the West is a very good one.

Why did Wukong fight Yang Jian in Journey to the West

It's so natural to write this happy story

The black and white TV with snowflakes is distracting to me

The bubbles from the laundry counter are circling alone

Which wasp's nest was poked out of the yellow hornbeam tree

The buzzing sound has been bothering me for a year

Young men and women like to sit on the edge of the green bridge

Checking their ears and whispering to each other.

The whispering of the ears made the water lilies blush

The camphor wood bookcase knocked over a volume of ancient words one day

My mother taught me to recite them when I was a child

The scholarly family made a Spring Festival Couplet

A few nights of the moon's crescent curved

The water in the mountain streams gurgled

Thousands of miles to send Candice to you

My lamps are lit by the moon and the flowers

I made a poem for you

I turned around to be surprised at what I was saying

What was that hornet's nest?

Turning around and being surprised by the fireflies

Puffing in the south of the city for a thousand years

Bookish families make spring couplets

A few nights of the crescent moon

The water in the mountain streams

Sending Cindy for thousands of miles

I'm holding a lantern under the moon and flowers

Poetry for you

Turning around and being surprised by the fireflies

Puffing in the south of the city for a thousand years

This is the first time in the city's history that I have ever seen the fireflies in my eyes. Thousands of years

Mung bean cake-like childhood

The green color is spreading

Pine waves cruise the smoke

Disappearing in Seongnam

Melon vines try to climb upwards

Dragonflies fly all over the sky

Jasmine flowers fill up the wall

Flower scent spreads to Seongnam Spreading to Seongnam

Meeting again with the bright moon to shine in the Kyushu area

Composition /Arranged by M.H.C@(Little Lion Throwing)

Lyrics: EDIQ

Harmony: HITA

I've brewed a pot of strong wine with my sadness

I drank the rain at midnight and drifted away from the mountain

The old story of the small town is like the shadows of the past, and I left it to be the lyrics of a song

Love is a hurtful thing, so why don't you want to let go of it

You have lived on the roof of the house where you have been, and you've been in the city for a long time.

The roof where you lived is now wet with dew

Spilling ink into the distant autumn

The lamplight hurts and makes me laugh at myself as if I were a duckweed flowing eastward

Looking for the bright moon, the light of the sun is blending in, and the worries are fading away

When midsummer comes, the clouds are scattered in a rolled up curtain

The moon is curving and shining on the continents

Some people are happy and some are sad

Some people have tall buildings and drink fine wines

Some people have a tall building and drink fine wine.

Some families are living in the streets, in the alleys

music

After the cold, the fluffy snow is blowing all over my brow

We rubbed shoulders with you at the small bridge in the south of the city

You murmured the familiar words of the same old song

Stopping a little bit to burst into tears, but did not turn back

In the sound of the paddles and the rippling of the bright moon, it is the same as ever

The moon is still there

The moon is still there

The moon is still there, but the sun is still there.

The moon is curving, the sound is slow, the moon is curving, the old man is far away

end

Night Attack

Tune: Rainbow of the Millennium

Lyrics: Chun Plowing and Raining

Sung by: hita

The clouds are covering the light and the rain is not yet clearing up

Sword is concealed, sword is hidden, halberd is hidden

In the darkness, the General's orders are urgent

How much killing intent has been hidden by the night

The General's order is urgent.

How much killing intent is hidden by the night

Walking in the grass, lightly loaded, lightly resting

Raining in the sky, more and more rapidly

Far away from home, the white willows hang down on the embankment

Staking one's life on this life, no one to pay tribute for one's death

Rejecting from home, there is no sadness or happiness

No sadness or happiness, no thousands of miles (when will we get together)

When will we get together (when will we remember each other)

Silent are the hoof beats of the horses (no sound of the flute). The flute is silent

Searching for the right moment

Cracking the enemy

Cracking the enemy

The wind is fast

Waiting for a sentence

Flag is raised

The song is about to rise

The map is not yet ready

Carving a wood sign to read the fortune teller

64 The divination of the trigrams asks whether it's a good thing or not

Who's the best in the battlefield in the past

Who's the best at calculating in vain

Seventy-two people have passed through without a trace

This night's rain is a nightmare and it's a nightmare to be in a car

It's no surprise that I'm not watching out for you

Taking my sword with a slight step in a wave

The light of the sky is covered by the rain

The swords and the spear are real, but also not real

In the darkness, the fire is rising. In the midst of the darkness, the fire of faith has risen

The killing intent on all sides can no longer be hidden

Suddenly, the arrows are raining down and the iron horsemen are scared (in the midst of the chaotic army)

In the midst of the chaotic army (in the middle of the performance)

In the middle of the performance (of a bloodbath) Continuously

You have broken through the hundreds of formations and cut through the white trains

The gods of the earth and grain are in the palms of my hand

(Who said) Who said

(Life and death) Life and death

(Don't turn the sky upside down) Turns out

Jokingly

The figure is poor but not yet the dagger

Carving wood and counting the sign to occupy the medium

The sixty-four hexagrams and a divination to ask whether it is true or not

Anciently who is the perfect man on the battlefield

Whose heart is in the wrong place to count the whole thing

72 There is no trace of the man's passing

Tonight, the rain is falling, and I can walk as if I were in a car

There is no trace of the man's passing

With his sword, he takes a slight step in the waves

A thousand years of fame and fortune, he should not boast of his achievements

All the water will eventually flow to the east

Things that happened before are as vague as a willow flake

We can't get rid of our hometown, White Embankment

That is to say that the river and the mountain are a game of chess

There are broken walls and ruins before the prosperous construction of a building.

It's a broken wall

I remember that night before the rain cleared up

A night attack was staged

The map is not yet clear

Carving wood and counting signs to occupy the medium

64 hexagrams to ask if it's true or not

Anciently in the battlefield, who is the perfect person

In vain, who has calculated all the tricks of the mind

Seventy-two people passed by without a trace

This evening, when the rain is raining, we can walk safely.

With the order to go without notice

With the sword to move a little step

Thousands of years of fame do not boast

Finally, the water overflows to the east

The past is as vague as the willow flakes

Can't be dispersed in my hometown, the white embankment

It is said that the river and the mountains are a game of chess

Previous to the prosperous construction is a broken wall

When you remember the night rain The rain has not yet cleared up

There was a night attack