Lyrics on Qingming Rain, Lyrics on Qingming Rain

Song title: Qingming Rain.

Singer: Xu Song.

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Xu Song - Qingming on the rain.

The window is open to the dawn, the sun shines on the west bridge, and the clouds shake themselves.

I miss the corners of your clothes that were slightly swinging in the lotus wind back then.

Wood carving flowing gold, ripples of time, seven years ago, closed the pen.

For I have a squander in this life only for you.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

Miss you every night.

In the distance, there is a piano, and the sound is ethereal, urging the sky to rain.

Trickle down your heart to tell yourself.

The moon shadow is longing, the fireworks are several times, and the candles are red.

The old dreams of the red dust are all empty.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

Song title: Qingming Rain.

Singer: Xu Song.

Xu Song - Qingming on the rain.

The window is open to the dawn, the sun shines on the west bridge, and the clouds shake themselves.

I miss the corners of your clothes that were slightly swinging in the lotus wind back then.

Wood carving flowing gold, ripples of time, seven years ago, closed the pen.

For I have a squander in this life only for you.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

Miss you every night.

In the distance, there is a piano, and the sound is ethereal, urging the sky to rain.

Trickle down your heart to tell yourself.

The moon shadow is longing, the fireworks are several times, and the candles are red.

The old dreams of the red dust are all empty.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

The window is open to the dawn, the sun shines on the west bridge, and the clouds shake themselves.

I miss the corners of your clothes that were slightly swinging in the lotus wind back then.

Wood carving flowing gold, ripples of time, seven years ago, closed the pen.

For I have a squander in this life only for you.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

Miss you every night.

In the distance, there is a piano, and the sound is ethereal, urging the sky to rain.

Trickle down your heart to tell yourself.

The moon shadow is longing, the fireworks are several times, and the candles are red.

The old dreams of the red dust are all empty.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

Xu Song - Qingming on the rain.

The window is open to the dawn, the sun shines on the west bridge, and the clouds shake themselves.

I miss the corners of your clothes that were slightly swinging in the lotus wind back then.

Wood carving flowing gold, ripples of time, seven years ago, closed the pen.

For I have a squander in this life only for you.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

Miss you every night.

In the distance, there is a piano, and the sound is ethereal, urging the sky to rain.

Trickle down your heart to tell yourself.

The moon shadow is longing, the fireworks are several times, and the candles are red.

The old dreams of the red dust are all empty.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

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Xu Song - Qingming on the rain.

The window is open to the dawn, the sun shines on the west bridge, and the clouds shake themselves.

I miss the corners of your clothes that were slightly swinging in the lotus wind back then.

Wood carving flowing gold, ripples of time, seven years ago, closed the pen.

For I have a squander in this life only for you.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

Miss you every night.

In the distance, there is a piano, and the sound is ethereal, urging the sky to rain.

Trickle down your heart to tell yourself.

The moon shadow is longing, the fireworks are several times, and the candles are red.

The old dreams of the red dust are all empty.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

The lyrics on Qingming Rain are:I think of the corners of your clothes that were slightly swinging in the lotus wind, the wood carvings flowing gold, and the ripples of the years.

I sealed my pen seven years ago, because I only swiped it for you in this life.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church, and he was most afraid that he would not realize that the tears had been torn apart.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

On the Qingming rain again, the chrysanthemum is sent to you, and your favorite song is sung softly.

There is a piano in the distance, ethereal, the sound of the rain urging the sky, trickling down the heart to tell yourself.

The moon shadow is longing, the fireworks are heavy, the candles are red, the old dreams of red dust, and the dreams are empty.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church, and he was most afraid that he would not realize that the tears had been torn apart.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

On the Qingming rain again, the chrysanthemum is sent to you, and your favorite song is sung softly.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

On the Qingming rain again, the chrysanthemum is sent to you, and your favorite song is sung softly.

"Qingming Rain" evaluationThis song "Qingming Rain" was also released by Xu Song on the Internet in the early days, and Xu Song used his profound writing skills and super high talent to create this Chinese-style song. This song has been sung by many people, and whenever they hear it, they think of their relatives in heaven.

Xu Hao's song "On the Rain of Qingming Festival", the lyrics contain both ancient nostalgic brushstrokes and modern restoration cultural incompleteness; The tune includes a variety of ancient instruments and modern drums. In addition, the whole piece is a combination of ancient and modern, and the small jasper is full of atmosphere, and the sorrow is sprinkled.

The lyrics of the song "Qingming Rain" are as follows:The window is open to the dawn, the sun shines on the west bridge, and the clouds shake themselves.

I miss the corners of your clothes that were slightly swinging in the lotus wind back then.

Wood carving flowing gold, rising to the moon, ripples, seven years ago, sealed the pen.

For I have a squander in this life only for you.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

The most empty slippery fear of tears has been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

In the distance, there is a piano, and the sound is ethereal, urging the sky to rain.

Trickle down your heart to tell yourself.

The moon shadow is longing, the fireworks are several times, and the candles are red.

The old dreams of the red dust are all empty.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

"Qingming Rain" song introduction"On the Rain of Qingming Festival" is a Chinese-style song written and sung by Xu Song, which is included in Xu Song's first **** "Custom" released in 2009, with a duration of 3 minutes and 40 seconds. Whether it is from Xu Song's "Memories of Nanshan" published on the Internet, "Broken Bridge and Remnant Snow", or this "Qingming Rain", you can get a glimpse of his skillful control of poetry and ancient texts.

Xu Song's "Qingming Rain" neither wrote about the things and things left by the heroine, nor did it write about the past of the male protagonist and the female protagonist, giving readers a lot of room for imagination, we don't know why the heroine died young, but we can deeply feel the true meaning of the male protagonist and the female protagonist.

"Qingming Rain" Xu Song.

The window is open to the dawn, the sun shines on the west bridge, and the clouds shake themselves.

I miss the corners of your clothes that were slightly swinging in the lotus wind back then.

Wood carving flowing gold, ripples of time, seven years ago, closed the pen.

For I have a squander in this life only for you.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

In the distance, there is a piano, and the sound is ethereal, urging the sky to rain.

Trickle down your heart to tell yourself.

The moon shadow is longing, the fireworks are several times, and the candles are red.

The old dreams of the red dust are all empty.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

Song title: Qingming Rain.

Qingming on the rain. Lyrics: Xu Song, An Qi.

Composer: Xu Song.

Arranger: Xu Song.

Singing, recording, mixing: Xu Song.

The window is open to the dawn, the sun shines on the west bridge, and the clouds shake themselves.

I miss the corners of your clothes that were slightly swinging in the lotus wind back then.

Wood carving flowing gold, ripples of time, seven years ago, closed the pen.

For I have a squander in this life only for you.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

In the distance, there is a piano, and the sound is ethereal, urging the sky to rain.

Trickle down your heart to tell yourself.

The moon shadow is longing, the fireworks are several times, and the candles are red.

The old dreams of the red dust are all empty.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

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The window is open to the dawn, the sun shines on the west bridge, and the clouds shake themselves.

I miss the corners of your clothes that were slightly swinging in the lotus wind back then.

Wood carving flowing gold, ripples of time, seven years ago, closed the pen.

For I have a squander in this life only for you.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

In the distance, there is a piano, and the sound is ethereal, urging the sky to rain.

Trickle down your heart to tell yourself.

The moon shadow is longing, the fireworks are several times, and the candles are red.

The old dreams of the red dust are all empty.

The rain wet his eyes, and he leaned on the well every year to return to the church.

I'm most afraid that the tears have been split two lines.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

I can't find your paradise in the world.

Hate in the east and in the west, and hate cannot be forgotten.

It's Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum is sent to you.

Sing your favorite song softly.

It's a very nice song for VAE.