What song has deep lyrics that are very beautiful and beautiful?

If you want to be poignant, Jay Chou's hair is like snow and blue and white porcelain, anyway, you can do it in Chinese style.

Song: Love in front of the West Singer: Jay Chou ** :

Fantesi Composer: Jay Chou Lyrics: Fang Wenshan Lyrics:

The ancient Babylonian king promulgated the Code of Hammurabi Engraved in black basalt More than 3,700 years ago You are in front of the shop window Gazing at the words of the inscription But I am quietly admiring your face that I love so much Priest Temple Expedition Bow and arrow Whose time was it Like the picture that you belong only to me in the crowd Passing by the Sugan goddess I made a wish in the name of the goddess Thoughts spread like the Tigris River When the ancient civilization was left with only incomprehensible language Legends became immortal poems My love for you was written before the A.D. Buried deep in the plains of Mesopotamia Unearthed and found dozens of centuries later The handwriting on the clay tablets is still clearly visible My love for you was written before the A.D. Buried deep in the plains of Mesopotamia Engraved in cuneiform The oath that has been weathered for thousands of years Everything repeats itself Whose bow and arrow was the priest's temple battle in the past I like the picture that you only belong to me in the crowd Passing by the Suglian goddess I made a wish in the name of the goddess Thoughts stretch like the Tigris River When the ancient civilization is only a difficult language The legend becomes an immortal poem My love for you is written before the A.D Buried deep in the plains of Mesopotamia Unearthed and found dozens of centuries later The handwriting on the clay tablets is still clearly visible My love for you was written before the A.D. Buried deep in the plains of Mesopotamia Carved in cuneiform The vow that has weathered for thousands of years Everything repeats itself I feel very tired and far away from home I am afraid that I will never be able to return to you again The love I gave you was written before the A.D. Buried deep in the plains of Mesopotamia Unearthed and found dozens of centuries later The handwriting on the clay tablets is still clearly visible My love for you was written before A.D. Buried deep in the plains of Mesopotamia Engraved in cuneiform The oath that has been weathered for thousands of years Love before the AD Love before the AD Love before the AD Note: The AD refers to the old calendar AD.

The Warden Dream went again last night.

The end of the merchant station added new clothes.

Another round of old songs.

North Snow Goes to Prison.

Sprinkle salt and confuse the day.

The green man wraps his head like an old man with his hair in a bun.

Full arc and don't lack round gathering.

Tang Yan is also a new mud.

Cui Jiu's mansion was silent around the beam.

You said that it was smoky and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River.

Saibei Lonely Heaven Festival.

Who pays attention to the new grave of the barold mound.

The historian has put pen to paper.

I watched the final scene of the old man.

Ideal for light application.

I'm afraid to watch the curtain song.

Jun, the rivers and lakes will leave from now on.

That year, the red snow holly wore a water-sleeved danyi.

Jun also remembered the new mound and the old bones buried the first seven.

Hangover and annihilation of limbs, only the old man returns, sighs softly, loves you.

Jun also remembered that the general immediately choked up like a child.

The man's bones are soaked in yellow sand.

Jin Gerong conquers the world.

Behind him, the old man is considered home.

Rain flowers fall down the steps of Qingming Dynasty.

The bone umbrella Tsing Yi is picturesque.

In the middle of winter, the new snow is twenty-eight and the blue stone black tile is compensated.

You said that Jin Ge changed his hometown.

East Fence Beacon Fire Festival.

Taiping Chang'an pear orchard opera.

In the hall of a Dai.

Drunk farewell to the generals again.

Farewell concubine as you wish.

I'm afraid it's a big dream.

Jun, the rivers and lakes have since left the world.

That year, the red snow holly wore a water-sleeved danyi.

Jun also remembered the new mound and the old bones buried the first seven.

The hangover hazy old man returns and sighs softly Love you.

Jun also remembered that the Iron Horse General was choked like a child.

Who still remembers the early spring when you knew your smile.

Who still remembers the song of Youling Begonia at the end of summer.

Who still remembers the late autumn You and I have been strangers ever since.

Return, repent, and gather with you in the afterlife.

That year, the red snow holly wore a water sleeve Dailia.

Jun also remembered the new mound and the old bones buried the first seven.

The hangover hazy old man returns and sighs softly Love you.

Jun also remembers who covered your clothes in the shadow of the wine.

That year, the red snow holly wore a water sleeve Dailia.

Jun also remembered the new mound and the old bones buried the first seven.

The hangover hazy old man returns and sighs softly Love you.

Jun also remembers who covered your clothes in the shadow of the wine.

General, take off your armor early, and he's still waiting for you to go home in the twenty-second.

"The Skirt of the School Uniform", "Heard in the Left Ear", "The Breath of Tears", "The Romance of Unromantic", "One Way Street", "My Love Will Get You Home", "Heartbeats".

"Spiral Wood" Yuan Weiren, "Sea of Flowers" Jay Chou.

Farewell" Pu Shu.

Those Flowers" Pu Shu.

Southern Girl" Zhao Lei.

Castle in the Sky Li Zhi.

Pu Shu, Song Dongye, Li Zhiyao, Thirteen and other folk songs have a more meaningful feeling.

The roadblock rain is like snowflakes, are you frozen when you cry?

I'll grind this coat for you until it has a corsage.

I'm not afraid to even drop the stain, how to always care.

Painstakingly selected today want to drive you home.

Forgive me for not sending flowers anymore, the wound should be scarred.

The petals are spread all over the heart, and the cemetery is afraid.

If you don't marry me, we will be cremated in the end.

Waiting for a lifetime comes at a cost.

No one can have those hands, and it's hard for you to have them by hugging.

To have it, you must first know how to accept loss.

I once swam along a snowy road, why did I cry for a good thing.

Who can ask for the private ownership of Mt. Fuji with love.

Why don't you assume that the sad feeling is from your fiction.

I couldn't find it in the test tube, staining my eyes.

The dust hardened like a stone, and he fled when he fell away.

I'm not uncommon to go around the street for a week and I'll be gone.

Don't say anything about Valentine's Day, just dare to stroke your hair.

This gesture can make you feel even more sad.

Staying in the car to keep warm should be advised.

How can you endure the pain of scratching your wrist.

How old a person lives is short, and falling out of love is only shorter.

It takes a few miles to get home, who can afford it.

Forget my grudge against you The cherry blossoms bloomed a few times.

A trip to Tokyo is farther than ever.

You don't have enough, I'll give you this old coat to relieve the spell "Under Mount Fuji" Eason Chan (Cantonese version of love transfer).

The spell slowly receded, you laughed hard, the horns that the sky had fallen off, nothing more than such a look, I put down the stump of the wings, and came from the river, you are telling it, there is love here!

Write your name on a piece of paper and suck it into your lungs.

Marshmallow's - accompany you to the end of the world, goodbye prince, girl...

Faye Wong's - spinning wood.

Letter - Departure song.

It's all old songs. I feel pretty good. I don't know ...... you

It's that love is wrong, love is not the right way.

Guarding all the way, but leaving the grass and trees barren.

Laugh, some people delay.

Some people are still waiting for the happiness you are talking about.

If you let it go, don't care.

After the wind and rain, I don't look back at the morning dew.

Laugh, admit defeat, and don't cry when it hurts.

Some people are still waiting for the possibility to come first.

Maple blades take advantage of the wind to see far away.

Every stitch and thread are sewn with thoughts and confide.

How many nights are counted for your heart's desire.

Let my face scorch in my heart.

You really don't want to come back before.

It's because you don't go back because of the shallow fate.

The spring breeze is as good as having you by my side.

You really forgot that I was here.

It's all gone.

How can you bear to leave me in the winter?

It's that love is wrong, love is not the right way.

Guarding all the way, but leaving the grass and trees barren.

How many nights are counted for your heart's desire.

Let my face scorch in my heart.

You really don't want to come back before.

It's because you don't go back because of the shallow fate.

The spring breeze is as good as having you by my side.

You really forgot that I was here.

It's all gone.

How can you bear to leave me in the winter?

Cumulative, more or less wounded, true or false lies.

Wang Ruolin's singing is beautiful. Much more beautiful than that Wang Sulong raindrops keep falling on my h, intimate lover—

Wang Ruolin version

The other thing is to say - hebe (when one goes to act and the other goes to host, only hebe is still releasing records).

Night Night Night - Qi Qin (you can also listen to the version sung by Duan Linxi) lyrics: I want to ask the sky where are you.

I wanted to ask myself.

I'm smart at the beginning and I'm smart at the end.

The clever ones almost ruined myself.

I want to ask the heavens and the earth.

Or it is superstition to ask about fate.

Give up all and leave everything behind.

Let me drift in the quiet night sky.

You don't have to be far-fetched to say you love me.

Anyway, my soul has fallen apart.

Slowly patchwork Slowly patchwork together.

Piece together a completely non-authentic me.

And then. Taiwanese little witch Fan Xiaoxuan's song is also very good.

Yanzi's willfulness of the same kind floats when the winter night is getting warmer, and the thieves of time take the aesthetic route