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Anonymous users2024-02-07The pen of the Koko.
Outline your lavender.
I framed the autumnal equinox.
Tear off the calendar.
In the year of Jiazi, the painter met a woman, and from this day on, he painted a portrait of a woman in a lavender dress on the back of the torn calendar. Over time, year after year, it has become a thick stack.
Geng Wu was not finished.
Gu Yu fell into a quatrain.
Farewell bridgehead.
Who's with you to dip the towel.
From Jiazi to Gengwu, it took seven years, but in this year, the two had to separate. In the valley rain of Geng Wunian, the painter silently saw the woman leave at the bridge.
Thank you. Leave the sun and the moon away.
Dye your hair in a white bun.
Rush the next round to meet.
At night, he suddenly felt extremely remorseful, remembering the legend of "a jiazi is sixty years, in the heavenly and terrestrial branches is a reincarnation, and after sixty years, it will be repeated again", so he simply dipped a brush in white paint, dyed his temples white, and painted his nails overnight, in order to erase the time of sixty years, in exchange for the next sixty years of reincarnation, and meet this love again, although the woman does not know.
Lonely heart.
Melt under the pen.
The moment he turned around.
Moistened cheeks.
Beidou is willing to take it down.
Scoop up a night and forget.
The overnight castle tower left a few strands of gray hair.
Day by day, the people in the pen melt the loneliness of the painter. At the moment of parting and turning around, tears had burst the embankment. I really want to take off the spoon-shaped Big Dipper and use it to scoop it and forget it overnight, and the woman does forget. The next day, the artist's hair was gray.
O silent man.
Gather and scatter in the painting.
How can I give it up.
Add a touch of bleakness.
Who lit the fishing fire.
It's warm and cold.
I'll put my arms around you by the bridge in the morning light.
Sixtieth Birthday. Seven years of painting, it is difficult to understand the silence. Once upon a time, it was you who dissolved the coldness in my heart, and I hope that sixty years later, I can hold you like this by the bridge in the morning light until I am old.
RAP: A, B, C, D.
Don't end in a hurry.
All that remained was the silent dead wood by the river.
The origins are difficult to trace.
Characters by the bridge sixty years ago.
Yijiazi is emotional.
The story of love is not Liang and Zhu.
It's just Jiazi Road.
Time flies, where to find the origin? Sixty years ago, you and I were full of affection, and finally made me understand that falling in love ** is Liang Zhu's death and parting, but love and ......companionship year after year
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Anonymous users2024-02-06Sixty years of a jiazi, a reincarnation of the heavenly stem and the earthly branch, the sixtieth means the white sideburns, take the meaning of a round of nails. —The back chord self-interprets "Sixtieth".
Ancient legend: In a certain Jiazi year, a young painter and a woman met, and the two fell in love at first sight. Every day, the artist paints a picture of the woman as a sign of love, and year after year, a thick stack of portraits of women is piled up.
However, the good times did not last long, and after seven years of mutual affection, the two had to part. On the night of the woman's departure, the painter faced a bright moon in the sky and held the portrait of the woman in his hand. The painter simply dipped his brush in white paint, dyed his temples white, and prayed for a reincarnation with the goddess after sixty years, and rebuilt this marriage.
The next morning, the painter, whose temples had turned white, met the woman ...... after leaving again at the bridge where the two met for the first timeIn ancient times, the story of "overnight sixtieth" was rumored, and it has a strong legend.
Now, the creator of the "Fantasy Department" brings the new song "Sixtieth Sixtieth" to tell people the love story of "One Night Sixtieth" in his eyes, and draws the most poignant love outline with the best **. Perhaps only in distant antiquity will the truth and poignancy of this love be revealed.
The style of music continues the string-style RNC style (rhythms & China) that Hou Xian is best at, and adds modern young people's understanding of "loving and being loved" to this distant, legendary and poignant love story in the fantasy picture. In terms of arrangement, Hou Xian also tried a rock style, incorporating his own original "Chinese style"; In terms of singing, he also challenged the highest note since his debut, in order to vividly express the poignant artistic conception of "Huajia"; In terms of creation, Hou Xian once again used the love legend that has been rumored for a long time to set off a new trend.
As the founder of the "Fantasy Department", Hou Xian's span from the childhood memories of "Baby Face" to the distant legend of "Sixtieth Armor" is enough to make listeners admire his unbridled fantasy ability. "Huajia" is also the title song of the fourth wave of ** impact of mainland families, the most beautiful overture to open the new year.
Sixtieth Word Song: Rear String.
The pen of the nail outlines your lavender.
I framed the autumnal equinox and tore off the almanac.
Geng Wu is not finished, and Gu Yu falls into a quatrain.
Sorry for the bridgehead who will share the towel with you.
Thank you for giving up the sun and the moon.
Use a white dyed bun to urge the next round to meet.
Lonely hearts melt in the pen.
The moment he turned his cheeks, he moistened his cheeks.
Beidou is willing to take it down and scoop it for a night to forget.
The overnight castle tower left a few strands of gray hair.
O silent man gathered in the painting.
How can I be willing to add a touch of desolation.
Who lit the fishing fire and warmed it three feet into the deep cold.
I'm holding you by the bridge in the morning light.
rap: A, B, C, D, and E, Mo ended in a hurry.
There is only silent dead wood left by the river, and it is difficult to trace the origin.
Sixty years ago, the characters by the bridge were in love.
The story of love is not Liang and Zhu, just Jiazi Road.
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Anonymous users2024-02-05Quote from Rear Chords.
The story of the sixtieth nail written after that:
"Huajia" is 60 years, which is a reincarnation in the sexagenary branch, and according to legend, time will repeat again after 60 years.
The young painter met a woman in the year of Jiazi and fell in love for seven years. Every day, the artist draws the woman's face behind the torn calendar, year after year, piling up a thick stack...
In the seventh year, the two had to part due to the obstacles of the world, Gu Yu, and the man silently saw the woman leave at the bridge. At night, he suddenly felt extremely remorseful, so he simply dipped a brush in white paint, dyed his temples white, and wore nails overnight, in order to erase sixty years of time, in exchange for the next sixty years of reincarnation, and meet this love again, although the woman does not know.
In the early morning of the next day, the man with gray temples really met the woman exactly the same as back then in the reincarnation of the bridge, but the woman no longer knew the faltering old man in front of her...
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Anonymous users2024-02-04"Sixtieth".
Lyrics: Back chord.
The pen of the Koko.
Outline your lavender.
I framed the autumnal equinox.
Tear off the calendar.
Geng Wu was not finished.
Gu Yu fell into a quatrain.
Farewell bridgehead.
Who's with you to dip the towel.
Thank you for giving up the sun and the moon.
Dye your hair in a white bun.
Rush the next round to meet.
Lonely heart.
Melt under the pen.
The moment he turned around.
Moistened cheeks.
Beidou is willing to take it down.
Scoop up a night and forget.
The overnight castle tower left a few strands of gray hair.
O silent man.
Gather and scatter in the painting.
How can I give it up.
Add a touch of bleakness.
Who lit the fishing fire.
It's warm and cold.
I'll put my arms around you by the bridge in the morning light.
has been a sixtieth rap:
A, B, C, D. E.
Don't end in a hurry.
All that remained was the silent dead wood by the river.
The origins are difficult to trace.
Characters by the bridge sixty years ago.
Yijiazi is emotional.
The story of love is not Liang and Zhu.
It's just Jiazi Road.
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Anonymous users2024-02-03The pen of the Koko.
Outline your lavender.
I framed the autumnal equinox.
Tear off the calendar.
Geng Wu was not finished.
Gu Yu fell into a quatrain.
Farewell bridgehead.
Who's with you to dip the towel.
Thank you for giving up the sun and the moon.
Dye your hair in a white bun.
Rush the next round to meet.
Lonely heart.
Melt under the pen.
The moment he turned around.
Moistened cheeks.
Beidou is willing to take it down.
Scoop up a night and forget.
The overnight castle tower left a few strands of gray hair.
O silent man.
Gather and scatter in the painting.
How can I give it up.
Add a touch of bleakness.
Who lit the fishing fire.
It's warm and cold.
I'll put my arms around you by the bridge in the morning light.
The pen of the nail has been raised.
Outline your lavender.
I framed the autumnal equinox.
Tear off the calendar.
Geng Wu was not finished.
Gu Yu fell into a quatrain.
Farewell bridgehead.
Who's with you to dip the towel.
Thank you for giving up the sun and the moon.
Dye your hair in a white bun.
Rush the next round to meet.
Lonely heart.
Melt under the pen.
The moment he turned around.
Moistened cheeks.
Beidou is willing to take it down.
Scoop up a night and forget.
The overnight castle tower left a few strands of gray hair.
O silent man.
Gather and scatter in the painting.
How can I give it up.
Add a touch of bleakness.
Who lit the fishing fire.
It's warm and cold.
I'll put my arms around you by the bridge in the morning light.
It has been a flower, a B, C, D, E.
Don't end in a hurry.
All that remained was the silent dead wood by the river.
The origins are difficult to trace.
Characters by the bridge sixty years ago.
Yijiazi is emotional.
The story of love is not Liang and Zhu.
It's just Jiazi Road.
Who lit the fishing fire.
It's warm and cold.
By the bridge in the morning light.
I'm holding you. For you, for you.
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Anonymous users2024-02-02"Flower Jia" is a song sung by Chinese mainland male singer Hou Xian. Hou Xian himself wrote the lyrics and composed the music and produced it, which was included in the **** "Very Love" released by Hou Xian in 2012.
"Sixtieth Birthday" Lyrics: Back chord.
Composition: Back chord.
Affiliation**: "Very Love".
The pen of the Koko.
Outline your lavender.
I framed the autumnal equinox.
Tear off the calendar.
Geng Wu was not finished.
Gu Yu fell into a quatrain.
Farewell bridgehead.
Who's with you to dip the towel.
Thank you for giving up the sun and the moon.
Dye your hair in a white bun.
Rush the next round to meet.
Lonely heart.
Melt under the pen.
The moment he turned his cheeks, he moistened his cheeks.
Beidou is willing to take it down and scoop it for a night to forget.
The overnight castle tower left a few strands of gray hair.
O silent man.
Gather and scatter in the painting.
How can I be willing to add a touch of desolation.
Who lit the fishing fire and warmed it three feet into the deep cold.
I'll put my arms around you by the bridge in the morning light.
The pen of the nail has been raised.
Outline your lavender.
I framed the autumnal equinox.
Tear off the calendar.
Geng Wu was not finished.
Gu Yu fell into a quatrain.
Farewell bridgehead.
Who's with you to dip the towel.
Thank you for giving up the sun and the moon.
Dye your hair in a white bun.
Rush the next round to meet.
Lonely heart.
Melt under the pen.
The moment he turned his cheeks, he moistened his cheeks.
Beidou is willing to take it down and scoop it for a night to forget.
The overnight castle tower left a few strands of gray hair.
O silent man.
Gather and scatter in the painting.
How can I be willing to add a touch of desolation.
Who lit the fishing fire and warmed it three feet into the deep cold.
I'll put my arms around you by the bridge in the morning light.
It has been a flower, a B, C, D, E.
Don't end in a hurry.
All that remained was the silent dead wood by the river.
The origins are difficult to trace.
Characters by the bridge sixty years ago.
Yijiazi is emotional.
The story of love is not Liang and Zhu.
It's just Jiazi Road.
Who lit the fishing fire and warmed it three feet into the deep cold.
I'll put my arms around you by the bridge in the morning light.
For you, for your night sixties.
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Anonymous users2024-02-01[Lyrics: Hind Strings Composer: Hind Strings.]
The pen of the Koko.
Outline your lavender.
I framed the autumnal equinox.
Tear off the calendar.
Geng Wu was not finished.
Gu Yu fell into a quatrain.
Farewell bridgehead.
Who's with you to dip the towel.
Thank you. Leave the sun and the moon away.
Dye your hair in a white bun.
Rush the next round to meet.
Lonely heart.
Melt under the pen.
The moment he turned around.
Moistened cheeks.
Beidou is willing to take it down.
Scoop up a night and forget.
Overnight castle tower.
Leave a few strands of gray hair.
O silent man.
Gather and scatter in the painting.
How can I give it up.
Add a touch of bleakness.
Who lit the fishing fire.
It's warm and cold.
By the bridge in the morning light.
I'm holding you in my arms.
A, B, C, D. E.
Don't end in a hurry.
All that remained was the silent dead wood by the river.
The origins are difficult to trace.
Characters by the bridge sixty years ago.
Yijiazi is emotional.
The story of love is not Liang and Zhu.
It's just Jiazi Road.
Who lit the fishing fire.
It's warm and cold.
By the bridge in the morning light.
I'm holding you. For you, for you.
Night Sixties.
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Anonymous users2024-01-31The pen of the nail outlines your lavender.
I framed the autumnal equinox and tore off the almanac.
Geng Wu is not finished, and Gu Yu falls into a quatrain.
Sorry for the bridgehead who will share the towel with you.
Thank you for giving up the sun and the moon.
Use a white dyed bun to urge the next round to meet.
Lonely hearts melt in the pen.
The moment he turned his cheeks, he moistened his cheeks.
Beidou is willing to take it down and scoop it for a night to forget.
The overnight castle tower left a few strands of gray hair.
O silent man gathered in the painting.
How can I be willing to add a touch of desolation.
Who lit the fishing fire and warmed it three feet into the deep cold.
I'm holding you by the bridge in the morning light.
The pen of the nail outlines your lavender.
I framed the autumnal equinox and tore off the almanac.
Geng Wu is not finished, and Gu Yu falls into a quatrain.
Sorry for the bridgehead who will share the towel with you.
Thank you for giving up the sun and the moon.
Use a white dyed bun to urge the next round to meet.
Lonely hearts melt in the pen.
The moment he turned his cheeks, he moistened his cheeks.
Beidou is willing to take it down and scoop it for a night to forget.
The overnight castle tower left a few strands of gray hair.
O silent man gathered in the painting.
How can I be willing to add a touch of desolation.
Who lit the fishing fire and warmed it three feet into the deep cold.
I'm holding you by the bridge in the morning light.
A, B, C, D, and E Mo ended in a hurry.
There is only silent dead wood left by the river, and it is difficult to trace the origin.
Sixty years ago, the characters by the bridge were in love.
The story of love is not Liang and Zhu, just Jiazi Road.
Who lit the fishing fire and warmed it three feet into the deep cold.
I'll put my arms around you by the bridge in the morning light.
For you, for you, night and night.
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