What does it mean to be more mottled than a paper umbrella

Feelings are as scarred as paper umbrellas. Paper umbrella, a paper yang [rain] umbrella. Mottled, miscolored, flawed.

Feelings are as scarred as paper umbrellas.

Literally.

From bright colors to cluttered colors.

It should be said that an item has become obsolete from brand new through the erosion of time.

Feelings are as scarred as paper umbrellas.

Song title: Lan Ruoci.

Source: "A Chinese Ghost Story Online" theme song.

Composer: Chigusa Sen.

Lyrics: EDIQ, Xun Yeyu.

Original Singer: Little Love.

Backing Vocals: Hita

Lyrics: Since this life has been missed.

Tell me what you dreamed about.

You say that love is just a mistake.

I seem to remember.

Caught in the world for a few rounds.

Kudzu vines climbed all over Lan Ruo again.

The moonlight light yarn night breeze waves.

What is going to happen.

The thread in the palm of the hand is disconnected.

Like a ghost floating by.

It's too much to get involved.

A tear fell.

Deliberately touching his candle flame.

I almost forgot why we met.

It's hard to tell what's going on.

Love is more mottled than paper umbrellas.

He used too much loneliness when he wrote about fasting.

If the afterlife is also missed.

What will be recorded in Lanruo Temple.

The dust settles and the flowers bloom fruitlessly.

How can I hide?

Who hummed in the night mist.

Sometimes calm, sometimes tortuous.

Passers-by are always drunk or dreaming.

It became a legend.

The thread in the palm of the hand is disconnected.

Like a ghost floating by.

It's too much to get involved.

A tear fell.

Deliberately touching his candle flame.

I almost forgot why we met.

It's hard to tell what's going on.

Love is more mottled than paper umbrellas.

He used too much loneliness when he wrote about fasting.

Why not go against heaven for me?

You should always remember.

I was once confused by love.

Mortals are hard to give up.

It's just that you've loved and hated.

I want to look back and move my demons.

This thousand years of loneliness.

Nai red dust geometry.

You are still in love with me.

Lyrics: EDIQ, Xun Yeyu.

Composer: Chigusa Sen.

Arranger: Xie Wen.

Singing: Little Love's mother.

Now that this life has been missed.

Tell me what you dreamed about.

You say that love is just a mistake.

I seem to remember.

Caught in the world for a few rounds.

Kudzu vines climbed all over Lan Ruo again.

The moonlight light yarn night breeze waves.

What is going to happen.

The thread in the palm of the hand is disconnected.

Like a ghost floating by.

It's too much to get involved.

A tear fell.

Deliberately touching his candle flame.

I almost forgot why we met.

It's hard to tell what's going on.

Love is more mottled than paper umbrellas.

He writes about fasting.

There are too many words of loneliness.

If the afterlife is also missed.

What will be recorded in Lanruo Temple.

The dust settles and the flowers bloom fruitlessly.

How can I hide?

Who hummed in the night mist.

Sometimes calm, sometimes tortuous.

Passers-by are always drunk or dreaming.

It became a legend.

The thread in the palm of the hand is disconnected.

Like a ghost floating by.

It's too much to get involved.

A tear fell.

Deliberately touching his candle flame.

I almost forgot why we met.

It's hard to tell what's going on.

Love is more mottled than paper umbrellas.

He writes about fasting.

There are too many words of loneliness.

Why not go against heaven for me?

You should always remember.

I was once confused by love.

Mortals are hard to give up.

It's just that you've loved and hated.

I want to look back and move my demons.

This hundred years of loneliness has been a geometry of red dust.

You are still in love with me.

Now that this life has been missed.

Tell me what you dreamed about.

You say that love is just a mistake.

I seem to remember.

Caught in the world for a few rounds.

Kudzu vines climbed all over Lan Ruo again.

The moonlight light yarn night breeze waves.

What is going to happen.

The thread in the palm of the hand is disconnected.

Like a ghost floating by.

It's too much to get involved.

A tear fell.

Deliberately touching his candle flame.

I almost forgot why we met.

It's hard to tell what's going on.

Love is more mottled than paper umbrellas.

He used too much loneliness when he wrote about fasting.

If the afterlife is also missed.

What will be recorded in Lanruo Temple.

The dust settles and the flowers bloom fruitlessly.

How can I hide?

Who hummed in the night mist.

Sometimes calm, sometimes tortuous.

Passers-by are always drunk or dreaming.

It became a legend.

The thread in the palm of the hand is disconnected.

Like a ghost floating by.

It's too much to get involved.

A tear fell.

Deliberately touching his candle flame.

I almost forgot why we met.

It's hard to tell what's going on.

Love is more mottled than paper umbrellas.

He used too much loneliness when he wrote about fasting.

Why not go against heaven for me?

You should always remember.

I was once confused by love.

Mortals are hard to give up.

It's just that you've loved and hated.

I want to look back and move my demons.

This hundred years of loneliness.

Nai red dust geometry.

You are still in love with me.

Lan Ruoci singing: Liu Yifei.

Now that this life has been missed.

Tell me what you dreamed about.

You say that love is just a mistake.

I seem to remember.

Caught in the world for a few rounds.

Kudzu vines climbed all over Lan Ruo again.

The moonlight light yarn night breeze waves.

What is going to happen.

The thread in the palm of the hand is disconnected.

Like a ghost floating by.

It's too much to get involved.

A tear fell.

Deliberately touching his candle flame.

I almost forgot why we met.

It's hard to tell what's going on.

Love is more mottled than paper umbrellas.

He used too much loneliness when he wrote about fasting.

If the afterlife is also missed.

What will be recorded in Lanruo Temple.

The dust settles and the flowers bloom fruitlessly.

How can I hide?

Who hummed in the night mist.

Sometimes calm, sometimes tortuous.

Passers-by are always drunk or dreaming.

It became a legend.

The thread in the palm of the hand is disconnected.

Like a ghost floating by.

It's too much to get involved.

A tear fell.

Deliberately touching his candle flame.

I almost forgot why we met.

It's hard to tell what's going on.

Love is more mottled than paper umbrellas.

He used too much loneliness when he wrote about fasting.

Why not go against heaven for me?

You should always remember.

I was once confused by love.

Mortals are hard to give up.

It's just that you've loved and hated.

I want to look back and move my demons.

This hundred years of loneliness.

Nai red dust geometry.

You are still in love with me.

Song: Lan Ruoci.

Singer: Liu Yifei.

Filler: ediq

Composition: Chigusa Sen.

Lyrics: Since this life has been missed, tell me what you dreamed of.

You said that love was just a mistake, and I seem to remember it.

After a few rounds of fighting, Kudzu vine flowers climbed all over Lan Ruo.

The moonlight veil night breeze is moving, what is going to happen.

The thread in the palm of his hand was disconnected, and it seemed like a ghost floating by.

provoked too much involvement, and a tear slipped and deliberately touched his candle flame.

I almost forgot why we met, and it was hard to tell what was going on.

Love is more mottled than paper umbrellas, and he uses too many words of loneliness when he writes about fasting.

Ah , if the afterlife is also missed.

What will be recorded in Lanruo Temple, the dust will settle and the flowers will bloom fruitlessly.

How can I hide, who is humming in the night fog.

Sometimes calm, sometimes tortuous.

Passers-by are always drunk or dreaming, and it has become a legend.

The thread in the palm of his hand was disconnected, and it seemed like a ghost floating by.

provoked too much involvement, and a tear slipped down.

deliberately touched his candle flame, and almost forgot why they met.

It's hard to tell the heart, and the love is more mottled than a paper umbrella.

He used too many words of loneliness when he wrote about fasting, why can't you always remember that I was confused by love.

Mortals are always hard to give up, and it's just that they have loved and hated.

I want to look back and move my heart, this thousand years of loneliness has made me feel like a red dust.

You are still in love with me.

Now that this life has been missed.

Tell me what you dreamed about.

You say that love is just a mistake.

I seem to remember.

Caught in the world for a few rounds.

Kudzu vines climbed all over Lan Ruo again.

The moonlight light yarn night breeze waves.

What is going to happen.

The thread in the palm of the hand is disconnected.

Like a ghost floating by.

It's too much to get involved.

A tear fell.

Deliberately touching his candle flame.

I almost forgot why we met.

It's hard to tell what's going on.

Love is more mottled than paper umbrellas.

He writes about fasting.

There are too many words of loneliness.

If the afterlife is also missed.

What will be recorded in Lanruo Temple.

The dust settles and the flowers bloom fruitlessly.

How can I hide?

Who hummed in the night mist.

Sometimes calm, sometimes tortuous.

Passers-by are always drunk or dreaming.

It became a legend.

The thread in the palm of the hand is disconnected.

Like a ghost floating by.

It's too much to get involved.

A tear fell.

Deliberately touching his candle flame.

I almost forgot why we met.

It's hard to tell what's going on.

Love is more mottled than paper umbrellas.

He writes about fasting.

There are too many words of loneliness.

Why not go against heaven for me?

You should always remember.

I was once confused by love.

Mortals are hard to give up.

It's just that you've loved and hated.

I want to look back and move my demons.

This hundred years of loneliness has been a geometry of red dust.

You are still in love with me.

"Lan Ruo Ci" is the theme song of the game "A Chinese Ghost Story Online". Produced by the original ** team of Moming Qimiao. According to the creator, the original inspiration for the song came from the interpretation of the story of "A Chinese Ghost Story", especially the Tsui Hark version of the "A Chinese Ghost Story" movie. Lan Ruozi.

Composer: Chigusa Sen.

Lyrics: EDIQ, Xun Yeyu.

Singing: Xiaoye's mother.

Backing Vocals: Hita

Now that this life has been missed.

Tell me what you dreamed about.

You say that love is just a mistake.

I seem to remember.

Caught in the world for a few rounds.

Kudzu vines climbed all over Lan Ruo again.

The moonlight light yarn night breeze waves.

What is going to happen.

The thread in the palm of the hand is disconnected.

Like a ghost floating by.

It's too much to get involved.

A tear fell.

Deliberately touching his candle flame.

I almost forgot why we met.

It's hard to tell what's going on.

Love is more mottled than paper umbrellas.

He used too much loneliness when he wrote about fasting.

If the afterlife is also missed.

What will be recorded in Lanruo Temple.

The dust settles and the flowers bloom fruitlessly.

How can I hide?

Who hummed in the night mist.

Sometimes calm, sometimes tortuous.

Passers-by are always drunk or dreaming.

It became a legend.

The thread in the palm of the hand is disconnected.

Like a ghost floating by.

It's too much to get involved.

A tear fell.

Deliberately touching his candle flame.

I almost forgot why we met.

It's hard to tell what's going on.

Love is more mottled than paper umbrellas.

He used too much loneliness when he wrote about fasting.

Why not go against heaven for me?

You should always remember.

I was once confused by love.

Mortals are hard to give up.

It's just that you've loved and hated.

I want to look back and move my demons.

This hundred years of loneliness.

Nai red dust geometry.

You are still in love with me.

One sentence hurts Liu Liyang.

How much rain does it take for you to hold up a paper umbrella.

The flowers fell outside the pavilion and fainted a few times.

I can't bear to think about it.

The wind disturbed the riverbank and sighed the weeping poplars.

You look down and sigh about the past.

The sunset reflects the eaves and obliquely shines on the wooden lattice windows.

The old days of leisure, but I am gloomy.

There is nothing to say.

You sit back and watch fate break.

When the mind has changed, there are many regrets.

It's just empty talk.

There is nothing to say.

I got up and quietly poured incense.

I stop imagining what you look like.

Close your eyes and be stubborn.

How much mottled moss does it take to get into the wall?

How much rain does it take for you to hold up a paper umbrella.

The flowers fell outside the pavilion and fainted a few times.

I can't bear to think about it.

The wind disturbed the riverbank and sighed the weeping poplars.

You look down and sigh about the past.

The sunset reflects the eaves and obliquely shines on the wooden lattice windows.

The old days of leisure, but I am gloomy.

There is nothing to say.

You sit back and watch fate break.

When the mind has changed, there are many regrets.

It's just empty talk.

There is nothing to say.

I got up and quietly poured incense.

I stop imagining what you look like.

Close your eyes and be stubborn.

There is nothing to say.

You sit back and watch fate break.

When the mind has changed, there are many regrets.

It's just empty talk.

There is nothing to say.

I got up and quietly poured incense.

I stop imagining what you look like.

Close your eyes and be stubborn.

Now that this life has been missed, tell me what you dreamed of You said that love was just a mistake I seem to remember A few rounds of trapped in the world Kudzu vine flowers are crawling all over the blue Ruo The moon shines on the light veil and the night breeze is going to happen The thread in the palm of the palm is broken Like a ghost floating by, causing too much involvement A tear slipped down Intentionally touched his candle flame I almost forgot why I met My heart is hard to tell ...Now that I've missed it in this life Tell me what you dreamed of You said that love was just a mistake I seem to remember A few rounds of being trapped in the world Ge vine flowers are crawling all over the blue Ruo The moon shines on the light veil and the night breeze is going to happen The thread in the palm of the hand is broken Like a ghost floating by Provoked too much involvement A tear slipped down Intentionally touched his candle flame I almost forgot why I met It's hard to say what is in my heart Love is more mottled than a paper umbrella When he writes about fasting, he uses too many words of loneliness ......If you miss it in the afterlife, what will be recorded in Lanruo Temple The dust settles and the flowers bloom fruitlessly How can I hide? Who is humming a song in the night fog Sometimes calm Sometimes tortuous Passers-by are always drunk or dreaming Passed down into a legend The thread in the palm of the palm is broken Like a ghost floating by Provoke too much involvement A tear slipped down Intentionally touching his candle flame I almost forgot why I met It's hard to say what is more difficult to say Love is more mottled than a paper umbrella When he writes about fasting, he uses too many words and loneliness Why can't I go against the sky You should always remember that you were once confused by love Mortals are always difficult to give up It's just that you have loved and hated It's just that you want to look back and move your demons This hundred years of loneliness has been gone, and you are still in love with me.

The words come from "wisdom" and "alainya" respectively, and there are two transliterations of "Aranja" in Pali and Sanskrit.

The pronunciation of wisdom pa ā is not found in Chinese, and it is somewhat similar to the harmony of ny. Pronounced nia.

Ara Aranjo.

They all have the same pronunciation. However, it is different from the pronunciation of Chinese.