Who wrote the lyrics of The Wind Rises .

Hello, the lyrics of The Wind Rises are written by Finale Building, and it is a song by Hetu and Finale Building. The Wind Rises is Hetu's first solo **, which includes the song of the same name, and was released on the YYFC homepage at the time of the CD's first pre-sale (September 30). It is a continuation of "Pour Out the World".

Tidbit 1: This word was originally intended to be the story of a city watchwoman and a night watchman who silently had a crush on her. Yes, it was the woman who defended the city, and the first-person "I" in the word was the man.

But after writing the first two or three paragraphs, I suddenly felt that writing in the background of pouring out seems to be very emotional. After discussing it with Hetu, he also thought it was good, so he began to change the setting. (October 3, 22:.)

28 from Sina Weibo) The story structure that was passed by Hetu The story structure that was passed by Hetu The Wind Rises 2: When I was writing the copy, I had a big difference of opinion with Hetu on the narrative perspective of the copy, and we couldn't convince each other. The original copy was just one sentence:

In July of the seventh year of Chongning, Bai Yanjun broke through Pingling City and beheaded Xie Wan. Why is it Pingling later? I think Xie Wan is only meaningful to Tianqi City, and for Bai Yan, she is just an enemy general who may not even know her name, and if you add the plot of Bai Yan breaking the royal city and so on, the narrative angle is very weird, because these two things are not of equal weight.

Hetu insisted on mentioning it, so he had the idea of writing a vernacular version of the setting, and what he wrote was the one with the scarf. After that, there was still a disagreement, so I @& argued for a long time...In the end, I finally came up with a solution to both worlds, that is, to write the copy into a city chronicle. (October 3, 23:.)

03 From Sina Weibo) The Wind Rises Highlights 3: The title was originally called "Breaking the City", a pun, which fits the song itself. However, because this story does not exist in isolation, but is one of the many stories in the background, so on the whole, "The Wind Rises in the Sky" is used, taking the meaning of the wind from the end of Qingping.

When the firelight lit up the night sky, no one thought that the destruction of the Heavenly City would be the prelude to the change of dynasty, and the fate of many people would be irreversibly changed from that night. (October 8, 23:51 from Sina Weibo) The tidbits are here first, and I'll talk about it when I'm free.

A room of people fell one after another. I'm also going to pour orz the last few simple questions. Xie Wan is a woman.

Xie Wan is not cinnabar, nor is it Bai Yan. Neither Cinnabar nor Bai Yan knew Xie Wan. The "I" in the word is not a known person, and there is no name for him in this fictional history.

"The Wind Rises".

Original song: Hetu.

Fill in the word: finale

Composition: River Chart.

The light of the fire lit up the night city and the waning moon in the sky when it broke.

That glance you smiled like an epiphany, withering in a blink of an eye.

The blood-colored wind tore the flag apart, and the lights at the head of the city were finally extinguished.

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

Butterflies that burn to ashes have broken their roots and leaves.

Blood flowed through the long street, and the killing never stopped.

Years later, the pages of history still write about this night.

The long bluestone steps are dyed with life and death.

What is heard is like the end, and what is seen is destroyed.

The most resolute of gentleness The fallen has swayed.

Suddenly, it was goodbye to the long night that was fading.

Before dawn washes away all sins.

Someone shouts your name until you're hoarse.

If the soul can perceive it, it will not be forgotten under the Yellow Spring.

I don't remember the sunny or round I have seen the flowers bloom and the flowers thank.

Gradually, I remembered that joy was different from hate.

Wangcheng's surname has been rewritten, and I still keep vigil here.

What are you waiting for from the ashes to break out of the cocoon into a butterfly.

It's fate in reincarnation that is familiar like an illusion.

The horse's hooves trample the fallen leaves, and the corners are endless.

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

Eaves drizzle stops at the first sight season.

Use the most prosaic words to hide the old vows.

The spring breeze is green over the willow leaves, and you have smiled innocently.

Headwind through the wilderness It's too late to say goodbye.

Before dawn forget all timidity.

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

Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains, and the city at the end of the day never sleeps.

It's still the old season of the city gate, the first quarter moon.

White figure The night is as clear as water.

Lend me a moment to see you really.

The flowers behind him bloom into snow, and they do not wither in the moonlight.

Background of creation. ......In July of the seventh year of Chongning, the Bai Yan army attacked the city, which was the beginning of chaos. The defender Xie Wan led the crowd to fight hard and could not be helped.

On the twenty-sixth day of July, the city was broken, Wan was captured with all his strength, refused to surrender, and was the head of the Yan army. In the spring of the eighth year, Yan seized the royal city and was old, the emperor was respected, the Qing Dynasty hall, and the palace room was abolished. He ascended the throne in February, set the name of the country week, and changed the yuan to Yongchu.

In the winter of the tenth year of Yongchu, Emperor Zhou collapsed, the government and the opposition were overturned, and all the kings sought to stand on their own. From time to time, there was a night attack by the chaotic army, and when I saw Wan wearing a gun in the city, her liver and gall were broken, and she retreated. In the eleventh year, the new emperor quelled the chaos and ascended the throne and changed the Yuan Taiye.

After Taiye, there were ballads and songs in the city. The song said: What is the safety and danger, General Xie Tianqi. In the third year of Taiye, Xie Wan is set up in the east of the city, and the worshippers are numerous, and the incense is endless all year round. - The Biography of Xie Wan

1. The lyrics of the song are as follows:

The light of the fire lit up the night city and the waning moon in the sky when it broke.

That glance you smiled like an epiphany, withering in a blink of an eye.

The blood-colored wind tore the flag apart, and the lights at the head of the city were finally extinguished.

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

Butterflies that burn to ashes have broken their roots and leaves.

Break free from the sadness of freezing in front of the eye sockets.

Blood flowed through the long street, and the killing never stopped.

The guarded city whimpered in the rain.

Years later, the pages of history still write about this night.

The long bluestone steps are dyed with life and death.

What is heard is like the end, and what is seen is destroyed.

The most resolute of gentleness The fallen has swayed.

Suddenly, it was goodbye to the long night that was fading.

Before dawn washes away all sins.

Someone shouts your name until you're hoarse.

If the soul can perceive it, it will not be forgotten under the Yellow Spring.

I don't remember the sunny or round I have seen the flowers bloom and the flowers thank.

Gradually, I remembered that joy was different from hate.

Wangcheng's surname has been rewritten, and I still keep vigil here.

What are you waiting for from the ashes to break out of the cocoon into a butterfly.

It's fate in reincarnation that is familiar like an illusion.

The fire burned through the sky, and the stars poured out.

The horse's hooves trample the fallen leaves, and the corners are endless.

Blood rolls down to the dust like that moment.

Too distant years to see the eyelashes.

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

The bones and blood that were buried sank in the night.

The dead are cold, the drifting is unfinished.

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

Eaves drizzle stops at the first sight season.

Use the most prosaic words to hide the old vows.

The spring breeze is green over the willow leaves, and you have smiled innocently.

Too distant years to see the eyelashes.

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

The bones and blood that were buried sank in the night.

The dead are cold, the drifting is unfinished.

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

Eaves drizzle stops at the first sight season.

Use the most prosaic words to hide the old vows.

The spring breeze is green over the willow leaves, and you have smiled innocently.

Headwind through the wilderness It's too late to say goodbye.

Before dawn forget all timidity.

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

Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains, and the city at the end of the day never sleeps.

It's still the old season of the city gate, the first quarter moon.

White figure The night is as clear as water.

Lend me a moment to see you really.

The flowers behind him bloom into snow, and they do not wither in the moonlight.

2, "The Wind Rises in the Sky" is a well-known song in Hetu** "The Wind Rises in the Sky", the lyrics and copywriting are finale, and the composition, arrangement and singing are Hetu.

Word: finale

Qu: River Chart. Singing: Hetu.

The light of the fire lit up the night city and the waning moon in the sky when it broke.

That glance you smiled like an epiphany, withering in a blink of an eye.

The blood-colored wind tore the flag apart, and the lights at the head of the city were finally extinguished.

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

Butterflies that burn to ashes have broken their roots and leaves.

Breaking free from the grief of freezing in front of his eyes, blood flowed down the long street.

The killing in his ears did not stop, and the guarded city whimpered in the heavy rain.

Years later, the pages of history still write about this night.

The long bluestone steps are dyed with life and death.

What is heard is like the end, and what is seen is destroyed.

The most resolute of gentleness The fallen has swayed.

Suddenly, it was goodbye to the long night that was fading.

Before dawn washes away all sins.

Someone shouts your name until you're hoarse.

If the soul can perceive it, it will not be forgotten under the Yellow Spring.

I don't remember the sunny or round I have seen the flowers bloom and the flowers thank.

Gradually, I remembered that joy was different from hate.

Wangcheng's surname has been rewritten, and I still keep vigil here.

What are you waiting for from the ashes to break out of the cocoon into a butterfly.

It's fate in reincarnation that is familiar like an illusion.

The fire burned through the sky, the stars poured down, and the horses' hooves crushed the fallen leaves.

The corners of the four sides are endless, and the blood rolls down to the dust like that moment.

Too distant years to see the eyelashes.

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

The bones and blood that were buried sank in the night.

The dead are cold, the drifting is unfinished.

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

Eaves drizzle stops at the first sight season.

Use the most prosaic words to hide the old vows.

The spring breeze is green over the willow leaves, and you have smiled innocently.

Too distant years to see the eyelashes.

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

The bones and blood that were buried sank in the night.

The dead are cold, the drifting is unfinished.

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

Eaves drizzle stops at the first sight season.

Use the most prosaic words to hide the old vows.

The spring breeze is green over the willow leaves, and you have laughed.

Headwind through the wilderness It's too late to say goodbye.

Before dawn forget all timidity.

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

Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains, and the city at the end of the day never sleeps.

It's still the old season of the city gate, the first quarter moon.

White figure The night is as clear as water.

Lend me a moment to see you really.

The flowers behind him bloom into snow, and they do not wither in the moonlight.

Lyrics: finale Composer: Hetu.

Singing: Hetu, Liuyue.

The light of the fire brightens the night fiercely.

When the city was broken, the moon was waning on the horizon.

That glance makes you smile like an epiphany.

Fade in the blink of an eye. The blood-colored wind tore the flag apart.

The lights at the head of the city were finally extinguished.

I can't see your head hanging high.

The look was contemptuous. Butterflies burned to ashes.

Branches and leaves with broken roots.

Break free from the sadness of freezing in front of the eye sockets.

Blood flowed through the long street.

The ears are killing non-stop.

The guarded city whimpered in the rain.

Years later history pages.

Also write about this night.

The long bluestone steps are dyed with life and death.

What is heard is like the end.

and all that is seen is destroyed.

Gentleness is the most decisive.

The fallen has swayed.

Suddenly, it was goodbye.

The long night that fades.

Before dawn washes away all sins.

Someone calls your name.

until hoarseness exhaustion.

If the soul can perceive.

Don't forget it under the yellow spring.

I don't remember the sunny or round shortage.

I've seen flowers bloom and flowers bloom.

Gradually, joy is recalled.

It is not the same as hate. Wangcheng's surname was rewritten.

I'm still keeping a vigil here.

Wait for what from the ashes inside.

Break out of the cocoon into a butterfly. It is fate in reincarnation.

It's as familiar as a hallucination.

The fire burned through the sky, and the stars poured out.

Horses' hooves crush fallen leaves.

The corners are endless.

Blood rolls down to the dust like that moment.

Too distant years.

Eyelashes that can't be seen clearly.

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

Buried bones and blood.

Sink early in the night.

The dead is cold.

Drifting is unfinished.

Remember the sun and moon in the city.

The cicadas chirp and then the first snow.

Eaves drizzle stops at the first sight season.

In the most prosaic words.

Hide the old vows.

The spring breeze is green over the willow leaves.

You have laughed innocently.

Too distant years.

Eyelashes that can't be seen clearly.

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

Buried bones and blood.

Sink early in the night.

The dead is cold.

Drifting is unfinished.

Remember the sun and moon in the city.

The cicadas chirp and then the first snow.

Eaves drizzle stops at the first sight season.

In the most prosaic words.

Hide the old vows.

The spring breeze is green over the willow leaves.

You have laughed innocently.

Headwind through the wilderness.

It's too late to say goodbye.

Before dawn forget all timidity.

From now on with my eyes.

See the world for you.

Thousands of miles of clouds and mountains.

The city at the end of the day never sleeps.

It's vaguely old.

The city gate is under the first quarter moon.

White figure The night is as clear as water.

Lend me a moment.

I see you really.

Flowers bloom into snow behind him.

It doesn't wither in the moonlight.

"The Wind Rises".Lyrics Copywriting: finale

Composer, Arranger, Singing: Hetu.

Female voice: Liuyue.

The light of the fire lit up the night city and the waning moon in the sky when it broke.

That glance you smiled like an epiphany, withering in a blink of an eye.

The blood-colored wind tore the flag apart, and the lights at the head of the city were finally extinguished.

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

Butterflies that burn to ashes have broken their roots and leaves.

Break free from the sadness of freezing in front of the eye sockets.

Blood flowed through the long street, and the killing never stopped.

The guarded city whimpered in the rain.

Years later, the pages of history still write about this night.

The long bluestone steps are dyed with life and death.

What is heard is like the end, and what is seen is destroyed.

The most resolute of gentleness The fallen has swayed.

Suddenly, it was goodbye to the long night that was fading.

Before dawn washes away all sins.

Someone calls your name until you're hoarse.

If the soul can perceive it, it will not be forgotten under the Yellow Spring.

I don't remember the sunny or round I have seen the flowers bloom and the flowers thank.

Gradually, I remembered that joy was different from hate.

Wangcheng's surname has been rewritten, and I still keep vigil here.

What are you waiting for from the ashes to break out of the cocoon into a butterfly.

It's fate in reincarnation that is familiar like an illusion.

The fire burned through the sky, and the stars poured out.

The horse's hooves trample the fallen leaves, and the corners are endless.

Blood rolls down to the dust like that moment.

Too distant years to see the eyelashes.

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

The bones and blood that were buried sank in the night.

The dead are cold, the drifting is unfinished.

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

Eaves drizzle stops at the first sight season.

Use the most prosaic words to hide the old vows.

The spring breeze is green over the willow leaves, and you have smiled innocently.

Headwind through the wilderness It's too late to say goodbye.

Before dawn forget all timidity.

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

Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains, and the city at the end of the day never sleeps.

It's still the old season of the city gate, the first quarter moon.

White figure The night is as clear as water.

Lend me a moment to see you really.

The flowers behind him bloom into snow, and they do not wither in the moonlight.