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Anonymous users2024-02-06Outside the city of history sniffed the moss.
In the words, swords, guns, and ships look at the four seas.
Tears are never recorded.
The white left on yesterday's page is dominated by the ink.
Pan Pan later life may have been crowded in front of the monument and wandered.
I once worshipped those bloodlines.
The journey is surging across the sea.
Standing alone in the wilderness.
It's a silent wait.
Dig open the wreckage of the history books.
History looks at the present.
Zheng Chenggong was brave back then.
Dreams are rolling in.
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the moon.
Mom's hand line.
Repeatedly stitched together for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if the dream is in Huajiangyue.
The loneliness of time is on the shore.
Outside the city of history sniffed the moss.
In the words, swords, guns, and ships look at the four seas.
Tears are never recorded.
The white left on yesterday's page is dominated by the ink.
Pan Pan later life may have been crowded in front of the monument and wandered.
I once worshipped those bloodlines.
The journey is surging across the sea.
Standing alone in the wilderness.
It's a silent wait.
Dig open the wreckage of the history books.
History looks at the present.
Zheng Chenggong was brave back then.
Dreams are rolling in.
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the moon.
Mom's hand line.
Repeatedly stitched together for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if the dream is in Huajiangyue.
The loneliness of time is on the shore.
Recite your history exam papers backwards.
The high-minded talk blurred the line of sight.
The national spirit is close to precision.
The view of the printing press is full of danger.
Recite your history exam papers backwards.
The high-minded talk blurred the line of sight.
The national spirit is close to precision.
Insights from the printing press.
Dig open the wreckage of the history books.
History looks at the present.
Zheng Chenggong was brave back then.
Dreams are rolling in.
The pen strokes drive away the compromise of the saint.
Heroes are reborn in the middle of the night.
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the moon.
Mom's hand line.
Repeatedly stitched together for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if the dream is in Huajiangyue.
The loneliness of time is on the shore.
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Anonymous users2024-02-05LRC lyrics.
ti: Zheng Chenggong].
ar: rear chord].
al: The East is undefeated].
by: Lai Runcheng].
Back chord - Zheng Chenggong.
Lyrics: Rear chord.
Composer: Postchord.
**: Undefeated in the East.
Produced by Lai Runcheng.
Outside the city of history sniffed the moss.
In the words, swords, guns, and ships look at the four seas.
Tears are never recorded.
The white left on yesterday's page is dominated by the ink.
Pan Pan later life may have been crowded in front of the monument and wandered.
I once worshipped those bloodlines.
The journey is surging across the sea.
Standing alone in the wilderness.
It's a silent wait.
Dig open the wreckage of the history books.
History looks at the present.
Zheng Chenggong was brave back then.
Dreams are rolling in.
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the moon.
Mom's hand line.
Repeatedly stitched together for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if the dream is in Huajiangyue.
The loneliness of time is on the shore.
Outside the city of history sniffed the moss.
In the words, swords, guns, and ships look at the four seas.
Tears are never recorded.
The white left on yesterday's page is dominated by the ink.
Pan Pan later life may have been crowded in front of the monument and wandered.
I once worshipped those bloodlines.
The journey is surging across the sea.
Standing alone in the wilderness.
It's a silent wait.
Dig open the wreckage of the history books.
History looks at the present.
Zheng Chenggong was brave back then.
Dreams are rolling in.
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the moon.
Mom's hand line.
Repeatedly stitched together for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if the dream is in Huajiangyue.
The loneliness of time is on the shore.
Recite your history exam papers backwards.
The high-minded talk blurred the line of sight.
The national spirit is close to precision.
The view of the printing press is full of danger.
Recite your history exam papers backwards.
The high-minded talk blurred the line of sight.
The national spirit is close to precision.
Insights from the printing press.
Dig open the wreckage of the history books.
History looks at the present.
Zheng Chenggong was brave back then.
Dreams are rolling in.
The pen strokes drive away the compromise of the saint.
Heroes are reborn in the middle of the night.
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the moon.
Mom's hand line.
Repeatedly stitched together for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if the dream is in Huajiangyue.
The loneliness of time is on the shore.
Produced by Lai Runcheng.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04The title of the ending song of the TV series "Zheng Chenggong" is "Song of the Seven Sons Taiwan".
Song: Song of the Seven Sons, Taiwan.
Singer: Chen Tingwei.
Lyrics: Smell a lot.
Composer: Yuan Zhongyi.
Specific lyrics: We are a string of pearls held out by the East China Sea, Ryukyu is my brothers, and I am Taiwan.
I still have the heroic soul of the Zheng family in my chest, and the red blood of Jingzhong stains my family heritage.
Mother, the scorching summer is going to kill me, give me an order, and I can still fight against the city.
Mother, I want to come back, Mother.
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Anonymous users2024-02-03Song of the Seven Sons (ending song of Chen Tingwei's version of "Zheng Chenggong").
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Anonymous users2024-02-02Historic outside the city.
Thin Kai embroidered moss.
Between the lines of swords and guns, I am all over the world, but tears are never recorded.
The white space left on yesterday's page.
Who dips in ink to dominate.
Pan Pan later life can once squeeze in front of the monument and wander in front of the tablet once worshiped the bloodline of the Eight Immortals.
Swallowing and surging across the sea.
Standing alone outside the Sunlight Rock.
Erect your age.
Open up the sea of history books, and look at the present.
Zheng Chenggong bravely dreamed of rolling in the middle of the night, and people pretended to sleep.
Don't miss the moon.
Mom's hand line.
Repeatedly stitched together for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if the dream is in the sixtieth round.
The loneliness of time is on the shore.
Historic outside the city.
Thin Kai embroidered moss.
Between the lines of words and guns, I am all over the world.
But tears are never recorded.
The white space left on yesterday's page.
Who dips in ink to dominate.
Pan Pan later life may have been crowded in front of the monument and wandered.
He once worshipped the bloodline of the Eight Immortals.
Swallowing and surging across the sea.
Standing alone outside the Sunlight Rock.
Erect your age.
Open up the sea of history books.
History looks at the present.
Zheng Chenggong bravely dreamed of rolling in back then.
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the moon.
Mom's hand line.
Repeatedly stitched together for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if the dream is in the sixtieth round.
The loneliness of time is on the shore.
RAP: Recite your history exam papers.
The high-minded talk blurred the line of sight.
The national spirit is close to precision.
The view of the printing press is full of danger.
RAP: Recite your history exam papers.
The high-minded talk blurred the line of sight.
The national spirit is close to precision.
Insights from the printing press.
Open up the sea of history books.
History looks at the present.
Zheng Chenggong bravely dreamed of rolling in back then.
Headwinds drive away the compromises on the body.
Heroes are reborn in the middle of the night.
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the moon.
Mom's hand line.
Repeatedly stitched together for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if the dream is in the sixtieth round.
The loneliness of time is on the shore.
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Anonymous users2024-02-01Back chord - Zheng Chenggong.
Outside the city of history sniffed the moss.
In the words, swords, guns, and ships look at the four seas.
Tears are never recorded.
Last night's blank was dipped in ink to dominate.
Pan Pan buckle carved into a record of wandering in front of the monument.
I once worshipped those bloodlines and crossed the sea.
Standing alone in the wilderness is a silent wait.
Gently dig open the wreckage of the history book and look at the present of history.
Zheng Chenggong bravely dreamed of rolling in back then.
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the gap.
Mom's hand line.
Repeated stitching for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if you dream of Hua Jiangyue.
It's the end of time.
On the shore * support the rear chord "Undefeated in the East" *
Outside the city of history sniffed the moss.
In the words, swords, guns, and ships look at the four seas.
Tears are never recorded.
Last night's blank was dipped in ink to dominate.
Pan Pan buckle carved into a record of wandering in front of the monument.
I once worshipped those bloodlines and crossed the sea.
Standing alone in the wilderness is a silent wait.
Gently dig open the wreckage of the history book and look at the present of history.
Zheng Chenggong bravely dreamed of rolling in back then.
Support the back chord "Undefeated in the East"*
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the gap.
Mom's hand line.
Repeated stitching for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if you dream of Hua Jiangyue.
It's the end of time.
On the shore (recite your history papers.
The pain of the knife cut blurred the vision.
You say that the millennium insight is the danger of busyness).
Gently dig open the wreckage of the history book and look at the present of history.
Zheng Chenggong bravely dreamed of rolling in back then.
The pen strokes drive away the compromise of the saint.
Late at night when heroes are reborn )
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the gap.
Mom's hand line.
Repeated stitching for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if you dream of Hua Jiangyue.
The time is over the shore.
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Anonymous users2024-01-31The lyrics of this site are from the Internet.
Back chord - Zheng Chenggong.
Lyrics: Rear chord.
Composer: Postchord.
**: Undefeated in the East.
Outside the city of history sniffed the moss.
In the words, swords, guns, and ships look at the four seas.
Tears are never recorded.
The white left on yesterday's page is dominated by the ink.
Pan Pan later life may have been crowded in front of the monument and wandered.
I once worshipped those bloodlines.
The journey is surging across the sea.
Standing alone in the wilderness.
It's a silent wait.
Dig open the wreckage of the history books.
History looks at the present.
Zheng Chenggong was brave back then.
Dreams are rolling in.
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the moon.
Mom's hand line.
Repeatedly stitched together for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if the dream is in Huajiangyue.
The loneliness of time is on the shore.
Outside the city of history sniffed the moss.
In the words, swords, guns, and ships look at the four seas.
Tears are never recorded.
The white left on yesterday's page is dominated by the ink.
Pan Pan later life may have been crowded in front of the monument and wandered.
I once worshipped those bloodlines.
The journey is surging across the sea.
Standing alone in the wilderness.
It's a silent wait.
Dig open the wreckage of the history books.
History looks at the present.
Zheng Chenggong was brave back then.
Dreams are rolling in.
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the moon.
Mom's hand line.
Repeatedly stitched together for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if the dream is in Huajiangyue.
The loneliness of time is on the shore.
Recite your history exam papers backwards.
The high-minded talk blurred the line of sight.
The view of the printing press is full of danger.
Recite your history exam papers backwards.
The high-minded talk blurred the line of sight.
Insights from the printing press.
Dig open the wreckage of the history books.
History looks at the present.
Zheng Chenggong was brave back then.
Dreams are rolling in.
The pen strokes drive away the compromise of the saint.
Heroes are reborn in the middle of the night.
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the moon.
Mom's hand line.
Repeatedly stitched together for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if the dream is in Huajiangyue.
The loneliness of time is on the shore.
The lyrics of this site are from the Internet.
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Anonymous users2024-01-30Song Title: Zheng Chenggong.
Singer: Rear Strings.
**: Undefeated in the East.
Back chord - Zheng Chenggong.
Lyrics: Back chord.
Lyrics Correction: Sugar Kick
Historic outside the city.
Thin Kai embroidered moss.
Between the lines of words and guns, I am all over the world.
But tears are never recorded.
The white space left on yesterday's page.
Who dips in ink to dominate.
Pan Pan later life may have been crowded in front of the monument and wandered.
He once worshipped the bloodline of the Eight Immortals.
Swallowing and surging across the sea.
Standing alone outside the Sunlight Rock.
It's a silent wait.
Open up the sea of history books.
History looks at the present.
Zheng Chenggong bravely dreamed of rolling in back then.
Hide people in the middle of the night and fake sleep.
Don't miss the moon.
Mom's hand line.
Repeatedly stitched together for hundreds of years.
Blank page I write.
Even if the dream is in the sixtieth round.
The loneliness of time is on the shore.
RAP: Recite your history exam papers.
The high-minded talk blurred the line of sight.
The national spirit is close to precision.
The view of the printing press is full of danger.
Insights from the printing press.
Headwinds drive away the compromises on the body.
Heroes are reborn in the middle of the night.
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Anonymous users2024-01-29Back strings, producer, arranger, composer, lyricist. He has the potential of an idol and the strength of an all-round creator. Of course, what attracts everyone the most is the kind of soft humming and singing, fashionable and ancient style of music.
became popular with the single "West Chamber" and swept the top of the major charts on the Internet. The subsequent release of ** "Ancient Play", EP "Nine Princesses", "Undefeated in the East" and the latest EP "Baby Face" have achieved impressive results, and their creative ability to arrange lyrics and songs has also been affirmed. In addition to the enthusiastic response from mainland fans, the works in ** have also been responded to by fans in Taiwan, Singapore, Hong Kong, Malaysia and other regions.
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