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"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.

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.

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.

The 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 for giving up the sun and the moon.

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.

It has been painted for seven years, and 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

In fact, the meaning of the lyrics of the sixtieth birthday is to be able to give up everything about yourself, including your own life, for the person you love. Illustrates the great ...... of love(It seems to be a Chinese ...... test.)Love** is Liang Zhu's death and death, but the love and companionship ......of each other year after year

The meaning of the sixtieth is that the person is over 60 years old. The meaning of the lyrics is: For your beloved dyed his hair gray in exchange for 60 reincarnation of love In China, 60 years is a reincarnation.

So by the bridge of the morning light, I have a sixtieth birthday by the bridge of the morning sun. lz, for a more accurate answer, please see the introduction to "Sixtieth").

Huajia, which tells the story of a painter and a woman who has been in love for seven years, is very touching.

In a certain 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 time

Lyrics: Rear Strings Composer: Rear Strings.

Singing: Rear chord.

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.

"Sixtieth".Lyrics: Rear Strings Composer: Rear Strings.

Singing: Rear chord.

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.

Song title: Sixtieth.

Singer: Rear Strings.

**: Very loving.

Rear chord - sixtieth.

Lyrics: Back chord.

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.