Ask for audio monster Jiangnan smoke and rain lyrics! 40

Smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Lyrics: Yes.

Composer: Liu Taige.

Arranger: Liu Taige.

Singing: Audio Monster.

She sat on the little stone bridge.

Humming a little tune, his feet shook lightly.

The slanting smoke and light rain stained the setting sun.

put on the weak shoulders.

He walked beside the green willows on the riverbank.

Paused and stared with a smile.

The oblique half of the bamboo umbrella looked forward to itself.

I don't know the rain and wet clothes.

The river under the bridge flows leisurely.

The boat on the river swayed lightly with the smoke waves.

The dusk in Gangnam is always like this.

The moment is short and long.

It's a good time of day.

The night is approaching, and the sky is warm and slightly cool.

The smoke and rain in Jiangnan are always like this.

Far away and endless.

It's a good time of year.

The rain is not dark, and the mottled plain umbrella is soaked in fragrance.

He sat on the terrace of Linglong.

Pluck the five strings and sing in a low voice.

Memories accompanied by melody fluttering in the wind.

The sleeves are scented with the rain.

She leaned against the window with her hands on her temples.

The sound of drunken piano forgot to comb.

The rain was stained with the morning light.

Stroked her reddish face.

Weeping willows outside the window, looking secretly.

Paper umbrellas under the willows, flowers float through the window.

Mornings in Gangnam are always like this.

Drift away from the melodious tranquility.

It's a good time of day.

Wake up at the beginning of the day, the sky is thick and clear.

The smoke and rain in Jiangnan are always like this.

Far away and endless.

It's a good time of year.

Over the years, the serenity of the centuries has not changed.

Mornings in Gangnam are always like this.

Drift away from the melodious tranquility.

It's a good time of day.

Wake up at the beginning of the day, the sky is thick and clear.

The smoke and rain in Jiangnan are always like this.

Far away and endless.

It's a good time of year.

Over the years, the serenity of the centuries has not changed.

She sat on the little stone bridge.

Humming a little tune, his feet shook lightly.

The slanting sun and light rain stained the setting sun.

put on the weak shoulders.

He walked beside the green willows on the riverbank.

Donbu stared with a smile.

The oblique half of the bamboo umbrella was looking forward to it.

I don't know the rain and wet clothes.

The river under the bridge flows leisurely.

The boat on the river is clear with the smoke and waves.

Dusk in Gangnam.

Always. The moment is short and long.

It's a good time of day.

Night is coming. The sky is warm and slightly cool.

Smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Always. Far away and endless.

It's a good time of year.

The rain is not falling. The mottled umbrella is soaked in fragrance.

He sat on the terrace of Linglong.

Pluck the five strings and sing in a low voice.

Memories accompanied by melody fluttering in the wind.

The sleeves are scented with the rain.

She leaned against the window with her hands on her temples.

The sound of drunken piano forgot to comb.

The hazy rain stained the morning light.

Brushing her reddened face.

Weeping willows outside the window, looking secretly.

Paper umbrellas under the willows, flowers float through the window.

Mornings in Gangnam are always like this.

Drift away from the melodious tranquility.

It's a good time of day.

Wake up at the beginning of the day, the sky is thick and clear.

The smoke and rain in Jiangnan are always like this.

Far away and endless.

It's a good time of year.

Over the years, the serenity of the centuries has not changed.

Mornings in Gangnam are always like this.

Drift away from the melodious tranquility.

It's a good time of day.

Wake up at the beginning of the day, the sky is thick and clear.

The smoke and rain in Jiangnan are always like this.

Far away and endless.

It's a good time of year.

Over the years, the serenity of the centuries has not changed.

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Lyrics, Composition, Arrangement, Singing, Remixing: Gray Plains.

Single lyrics You stroked a wisp of clear sleeves, a trace of stay between your eyebrows, I stood in the rain of the West Lake, listening to a song of lovesickness.

The rain and dew on the lotus flower with the willow are like your beautiful eyes.

The smile on each other's faces was like a remnant of an encounter from a previous life.

The wood hibiscus of the three pools of the moon is not as good as your carmine.

You sit cross-legged in the ancient Wangyue Tower and play for me.

Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, West Lake singing and dancing, when will it be closed.

Your charm is my heart, beautiful as a crescent moon, soft as a dream.

Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, water villages, mountains, wine flags, and wind.

Yanyu Jiangnan nostalgia and drink daughter red with you.

The smoke and rain in the south of the river are foggy, and the mist is full of willows.

The warbler cries and the swallow speaks to the spring dawn, and the willows on the shore swaying and dancing the light boat.

The drizzle is drizzling, the plantain is deep, and the rain alley is deep.

The small bridge and flowing water winding path are far away, and the peony pavilion is colorful and butterflies floating.

Lyrics, Composition, Arrangement, Singing, Remixing: Gray Plains.

Some of the lyrics quote the title of Lin'an Di Jiangnan Spring Quatrain and Internet poems) You have lifted a wisp of clear sleeves.

There was a hint of pause between the eyebrows.

I was standing in the rain of the West Lake.

Listen to a song of lovesickness.

Lotus flowers with rain and willow.

Like your beautiful eyes.

A slight smile at each other.

Encounters left over from past lives.

The wood hibiscus of the moon in the three pools.

Not as good as your carmine.

You sit cross-legged in the ancient Moon Tower.

Play it for me.

Outside the mountain, the building outside the green mountain.

When will the West Lake sing and dance be closed?

Your charm touches my heart.

Beautiful as a crescent moon and soft as a dream.

The warbler cries green and red.

Water village mountain color wine flag wind.

Yanyu Jiangnan nostalgia.

Drink daughter red with you.

You stroke a wisp of clear sleeve.

There was a hint of pause between the eyebrows.

I was standing in the rain of the West Lake.

Listen to a song of lovesickness.

Lotus flowers with rain and willow.

Like your beautiful eyes.

A slight smile at each other.

Encounters left over from past lives.

The wood hibiscus of the moon in the three pools.

Not as good as your carmine.

You sit cross-legged in the ancient Moon Tower.

Play it for me.

Outside the mountain, the building outside the green mountain.

When will the West Lake sing and dance be closed?

Your charm touches my heart.

Beautiful as a crescent moon and soft as a dream.

The warbler cries green and red.

Water village mountain color wine flag wind.

Yanyu Jiangnan nostalgia.

Drink daughter red with you.

The smoke and rain are foggy in the south of the Yangtze River.

The mist fills the willows.

The warbler cries and the swallow declares the spring dawn.

The willows on the shore swayed and danced in a light boat.

The drizzle is moist plantains.

The rain alley is deep and the umbrella is pretty.

The small bridge and flowing water are far away.

Peony Pavilion Colorful Butterfly Floating

Outside the mountain, the building outside the green mountain.

When will the West Lake sing and dance be closed?

Your charm touches my heart.

Beautiful as a crescent moon and soft as a dream.

The warbler cries green and red.

Water village mountain color wine flag wind.

Yanyu Jiangnan nostalgia.

Drink daughter red with you.