The song and lyrics of the old city song

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Gu cheng. **: "The End of the Song is Not Dispersed".

Singing: Little song.

Lyrics: Qi Ling.

Composer: Little Song.

Arranger: Deng blockbuster.

Mixing: Du Lingyun.

The white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles.

The people are left behind, and the thought breaks people's intestines.

Cao Cao] The lamp is unattended, the frost is cold, and the person who comes is stunned.

Ask a few people to smell the dust before the hoof It should be the old city.

The branches are thick and withered in dreams.

But he also whitewashed the residual red with new blood.

The sound of the side is still self-evident.

If you don't hear it, it's the sorrow of the world.

I promise you a red candle at the end of the beacon.

That year, the old man laughed at me.

The rain in front of the pavilion is like that light wave.

Hide how much loneliness.

Pick up the loess and subdivide it.

A few people laughed or woke up or went crazy.

Add a piece of letterhead to you.

Remember that the flowers bloom and the moon is full here.

I spurred my horse and did not want to look back at the trace.

That year, the old man held few umbrellas.

I always think too much.

Isn't it also cold?

If I take the old age to compensate you for three points of gentleness.

Can you hope to smile as before?

Looking all over the world, but all over the world and Kyushu.

One life is enough.

Yoyo cold mountain light boat.

Gu cheng. **: "The End of the Song is Not Dispersed".

Singing: Little song.

Lyrics: Qi Ling.

Composer: Little Song.

Arranger: Deng blockbuster.

Mixing: Du Lingyun.

The white bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles.

The people are left behind, and the thought breaks people's intestines.

Cao Cao] The lamp is unattended, the frost is cold, and the person who comes is stunned.

Ask a few people to smell the dust before the hoof It should be the old city.

The branches are thick and withered in dreams.

But he also whitewashed the residual red with new blood.

The sound of the side is still self-evident.

If you don't hear it, it's the sorrow of the world.

I promise you a red candle at the end of the beacon.

That year, the old man laughed at me.

The rain in front of the pavilion is like that light wave.

Hide how much loneliness.

Pick up the loess and subdivide it.

A few people laughed or woke up or went crazy.

Add a piece of letterhead to you.

Remember that the flowers bloom and the moon is full here.

I spurred my horse and did not want to look back at the trace.

That year, the old man held few umbrellas.

I always think too much.

Isn't it also cold?

If I take the old age to compensate you for three points of gentleness.

Can you hope to smile as before?

Looking all over the world, but all over the world and Kyushu.

One life is enough.

Yoyo cold mountain light boat.

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Gu cheng. Singing: Little song.

The lamp is unattended, the frost is cold, and the person who comes is stunned.

Ask a few people to smell the dust before the hoof It should be the old city.

The branches are thick and withered in dreams.

But he also whitewashed the residual red with new blood.

The sound of the side is still self-evident.

If you don't hear it, it's the sorrow of the world.

I promise you the flames of the red candle Ayara.

That year, the old man laughed at me.

The rain in front of the pavilion is like that light wave.

Hide how much loneliness.

Dig the loess and subdivide the debate.

A few people laughed or woke up or went crazy.

Add a piece of letterhead to you.

Remember that the flowers bloom and the moon is full here.

I spurred my horse and did not want to look back at the trace.

That year, the old man held few umbrellas.

I always think too much.

Isn't it also cold?

If I take the old age to compensate you for three points of gentleness.

Can you hope to smile as before?

Looking all over the world, but all over the world and Kyushu.

One life is enough.

Yoyo cold mountain light boat.

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Singing in the Old City: Little Song.

The lamp is unattended, the frost is cold, and the person who comes is stunned.

Ask a few people to smell the dust before the hoof It should be the old city.

The branches are thick and withered in dreams.

But he also whitewashed the residual red with new blood.

The sound of the side is still self-evident.

If you don't hear it, it's the sorrow of the world.

I promise you the flames of the red candle Ayara.

That year, the old man laughed at me.

The rain in front of the pavilion is like that light wave.

Hide how much loneliness.

Dig the loess and subdivide the debate.

A few people laughed or woke up or went crazy.

Add a piece of letterhead to you.

Remember that the flowers bloom and the moon is full here.

I spurred my horse and did not want to look back at the trace.

That year, the old man held few umbrellas.

I always think too much.

Isn't it also cold?

If I take the old age to compensate you for three points of gentleness.

Can you hope to smile as before?

Looking all over the world, but all over the world and Kyushu.

One life is enough.

Yoyo cold mountain light boat.

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