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Anonymous users2024-02-09Hills (live) - Hu Yanbin.
Words: Li Zongsheng.
Music: Li Zongsheng.
I wanted to say it but I haven't said it yet.
And a lot. I saved it because I wanted to write a song.
Let people sing softly.
Faintly remembered.
Even if I finally forgot about it.
It's worth it, too. Maybe I'll have a trickle of thought in my life.
Fluke into a river.
Then we both had one end at each end.
Looking at the bend of the river.
Finally dared.
Smile and face the difficulties of life.
Maybe we've never matured.
Before I knew it, I was getting old.
Although it was the young man who was alive in his heart.
I look back frequently because I am uneasy.
Asking in ignorance.
Shame for help.
Tirelessly climb over.
Every hill.
Over the hills. Although his head is white.
Talk somebody's ear off. I don't have to give sorrow.
has not yet seen immortality as desired.
Just lose yourself first.
Over the hills. only to find that no one was waiting.
Talk somebody's ear off. Tenderness can no longer be recalled.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
I didn't deliberately hide it.
It is not intended to make you sentimental either.
How many times we are not drunk or happy.
Cursing that life is too short.
sigh and hate to see each other late.
It doesn't matter if the woman puts on her makeup and cries.
It's a pity that we never matured.
I don't know yet.
It's already old.
I tried my best but I didn't understand it yet.
The young people around me.
Give yourself a reason to be casual.
Tease to love.
Fate is right and right.
Fight back without self-defeat.
Till death.
Over the hills. Although his head is white.
Talk somebody's ear off. I don't have to give sorrow.
has not yet seen immortality as desired.
Just lose yourself first.
Over the hills. only to find that no one was waiting.
Talk somebody's ear off. Tenderness can no longer be recalled.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
Over the hills. Although his head is white.
Talk somebody's ear off. I don't have to give sorrow.
has not yet seen immortality as desired.
Just lose yourself first.
Over the hills. only to find that no one was waiting.
Talk somebody's ear off. Tenderness can no longer be recalled.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
Talk somebody's ear off. I don't have to give sorrow.
Tease to love.
Fate is right and right.
Fight back without self-defeat.
Till death.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
Who gave the hug last time.
Who gave the hug last time.
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Anonymous users2024-02-08It is Li Zongsheng's song "Hills".
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Anonymous users2024-02-07"The Hills" Li Zongsheng.
There's a lot I want to say but haven't said yet.
I saved it because I wanted to write a song.
Let people sing softly and remember faintly.
Even if you finally forget it, it's worth it.
Maybe I'll have a trickle of thought in my life.
Fluke into a river.
And then we looked at each end of the river.
Finally, I dare to face the difficulties of life with a grinning face.
Maybe we've never matured.
Before I knew it, I was getting old.
Although it was the young man who was alive in his heart.
I look back frequently because I am uneasy.
Asking for help in ignorance, shame for help.
Tirelessly climb over every hill.
Over the hills, though it is white-headed.
Chatter, sorrow when I don't give it.
Before I saw immortality as I wished, I lost myself first.
When I crossed the hill, I found that there was no one waiting.
Chatter can no longer bring back tenderness.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
I didn't mean to hide it, and I didn't mean to make you sentimental.
How many times have we been drunk and unhappy.
Cursing that life is too short, sighing and hating to see each other late.
It doesn't matter if the woman puts on her makeup and cries.
It's a pity that we never matured.
Before I knew it, I was already old.
I tried my best but still didn't understand the young people around me.
Give yourself a reason to be casual.
To the tease of love and the left and right of fate.
Fight back without self-help until you die.
Over the hills, though it is white-headed.
Chatter, sorrow when I don't give it.
Before I saw immortality as I wished, I lost myself first.
When I crossed the hill, I found that there was no one waiting.
Chatter can no longer bring back tenderness.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
Over the hills, though it is white-headed.
Chatter, sorrow when I don't give it.
Before I saw immortality as I wished, I lost myself first.
When I crossed the hill, I found that there was no one waiting.
Chatter can no longer bring back tenderness.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
Chatter, sorrow when I don't give it.
To the tease of love and the left and right of fate.
Fight back without self-help until you die.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
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Anonymous users2024-02-06"The Hills" Li Zongsheng.
There's a lot I want to say but haven't said yet.
I saved it because I wanted to write a song.
Let people sing softly and remember faintly.
Even if you finally forget it, it's worth it.
Maybe I'll have a trickle of thought in my life.
Fluke into a river.
And then we looked at each end of the river.
Finally, I dare to face the difficulties of life with a grinning face.
Maybe we've never matured.
Before you can know it, you're getting old.
Although it was the young man who was alive in his heart.
I look back frequently because I am uneasy.
Asking for help in ignorance, shame for help.
Tirelessly ploughing every hill.
Over the hills, though it is white-headed.
Chatter, sorrow when I don't give it.
Before I saw immortality as I wished, I lost myself first.
When I crossed the hill, I found that there was no one waiting.
Chatter can no longer bring back tenderness.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
I didn't mean to hide it, and I didn't mean to make you sentimental.
How many times have we been drunk and unhappy.
Cursing that life is too short, sighing and hating to see each other late.
It doesn't matter if the woman puts on her makeup and cries.
It's a pity that we never matured.
Before I knew it, I was already old.
I tried my best but still didn't understand the young people around me.
Give yourself a reason to be casual.
To the tease of love and the left and right of fate.
Fight back without self-help until you die.
Over the hills, though it is white-headed.
Chatter, sorrow when I don't give it.
Before I saw immortality as I wished, I lost myself first.
When I crossed the hill, I found that there was no one waiting.
Chatter can no longer bring back tenderness.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
Over the hills, though it is white-headed.
Chatter, sorrow when I don't give it.
Before I saw immortality as I wished, I lost myself first.
When I crossed the hill, I found that there was no one waiting.
Chatter can no longer bring back tenderness.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
Chatter, sorrow when I don't give it.
To the tease of love and the left and right of fate.
Fight back without self-help until you die.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
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Anonymous users2024-02-05"The Hills" Li Zongsheng.
There's a lot I want to say but haven't said yet.
I saved it because I wanted to write a song.
Let people sing softly and remember faintly.
Even if you finally forget it, it's worth it.
Maybe I'll have a trickle of thought in my life.
Fluke into a river.
And then we looked at each end of the river.
Finally, I dare to face the difficulties of life with a grinning face.
Maybe we've never matured.
Before you can know it, you're getting old.
Although it was the young man who was alive in his heart.
I look back frequently because I am uneasy.
Asking for help in ignorance, shame for help.
Tirelessly ploughing every hill.
Over the hills, though it is white-headed.
Chatter, sorrow when I don't give it.
Before I saw immortality as I wished, I lost myself first.
When I crossed the hill, I found that there was no one waiting.
Chatter can no longer bring back tenderness.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
I didn't mean to hide it, and I didn't mean to make you sentimental.
How many times have we been drunk and unhappy.
Cursing that life is too short, sighing and hating to see each other late.
It doesn't matter if the woman puts on her makeup and cries.
It's a pity that we never matured.
Before I knew it, I was already old.
I tried my best but still didn't understand the young people around me.
Give yourself a reason to be casual.
To the tease of love and the left and right of fate.
Fight back without self-help until you die.
Over the hills, though it is white-headed.
Chatter, sorrow when I don't give it.
Before I saw immortality as I wished, I lost myself first.
When I crossed the hill, I found that there was no one waiting.
Chatter can no longer bring back tenderness.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
Over the hills, though it is white-headed.
Chatter, sorrow when I don't give it.
Before I saw immortality as I wished, I lost myself first.
When I crossed the hill, I found that there was no one waiting.
Chatter can no longer bring back tenderness.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
Chatter, sorrow when I don't give it.
To the tease of love and the left and right of fate.
Fight back without self-help until you die.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
At what time.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04Crossing the hill only to find that no one was waiting is the lyrics of the song "The Hill".
Hills was written, composed and sung by Li Zongsheng, and was included in Li Zongsheng's 2013 release of the same name** "Hills". Li Zongsheng said that when he first arrived in Shanghai in 2003, it was a sad summer, and a melody disappeared into his mind for the first time, and he spent 10 years thinking about it, and he wanted to communicate his life experience with **, so he created the song "Hills".
The MV of "The Hill" shows the whole production process of Seiko handmade guitar Leeguitar through the nostalgic tone of ** frame by frame, Li Zongsheng concentrated on drawing design drawings, cutting wood, and carefully polishing each guitar in the production room. It is interspersed with the original manuscripts of Li Zongsheng's classic works, including "Because of Loneliness", "I Finally Lost You", "The Price of Love" and so on.
Song lyricsThere's a lot I want to say but haven't said yet.
I saved it because I wanted to write a song.
Let people sing softly and remember faintly.
Even if you finally forget it, it's worth it.
Maybe I'll have a trickle of thought in my life.
Fluke into a river.
Then we both had one end at each end.
Looking at the bend of the river, he finally dared to be bold.
Smile and face the difficulties of life.
Maybe we've never matured.
Before I knew it, I was getting old.
Even though the heart is alive, it's still that.
Youngster. I look back frequently because I am uneasy.
Ignorant begging for shame in Zhiqinji for help.
Tirelessly climb over every hill.
Over the hills, though it is white-headed.
Chatter, sorrow when I don't give it.
has not yet seen immortality as desired.
Just lose yourself first.
When I crossed the hill, I found that there was no one waiting.
Chatter can no longer bring back tenderness.
Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time?
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