Myth What is the behind the scenes footage of Hu Ge s version?

Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasty "Tang Song Yuan Ming Qing Dynasty - Later chords.

Three hundred songs are occasionally read by passers-by.

Who hath brought the frost on the ground to my bedside?

Whose face has been lost by reading hard in the cold window.

Lanting has been picked up in front of you.

A blank volume of unannounced hearts.

The inkstone is left with tears and thoughts.

The twenty-four bridges are finally shallow and bright.

The poem that hides his head can't bear to spit goodbye.

Shake off the ash on the pillow.

The tail note still reverberates in my ears.

The hazy moon turns up with you.

The night of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties.

Hide from who drip a few books of wounds.

We sing softly.

I will sing seven words, and you will count six strings.

Tang, Song and Yuan have said goodbye.

Looking back, the lights are gone.

Only loneliness is loud.

Begonia leaves are on their minds.

The send-off poem is useless.

Far away from the old people.

Tomorrow night rain does not understand.

The light flowers are gone.

It's been a few days of dreaming.

Don't hide your makeup with tears.

Last year, the spring breeze was cut.

The article is lonely and borrows the paper to continue.

The remnant dream revisits the past, and it can't go back to the past.

A song of farewell. Silk and bamboo have been wasted for many years.

Dust four or five cents.

The pen is attached to me to fill in "Xijiang Moon".

The heart of the piano lingers and you sigh "Spring Goes".

Wake up to the beauty of the poem.

The rhyme is tireless, even if it is far away.

The hazy moon turns up with you.

The night of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties.

Hide from who drip a few books of wounds.

We sing softly.

I will sing seven words, and you will count six strings.

Tang, Song and Yuan have said goodbye.

Looking back, the lights are gone.

Only loneliness is loud.

Millennial jasmine.

After withering, only this elegance is left behind.

The hazy moon turns up with you.

The night of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties.

Hide from who drip a few books of wounds.

We sing softly.

I will sing seven words, and you will count six strings.

Tang, Song and Yuan have said goodbye.

Looking back, the lights are gone.

Only loneliness is loud (I don't want to miss it again in this life).

The hazy moon turns up with you.

The night of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties.

Hide from who drip a few books of wounds.

We sing softly.

I will sing seven words, and you will count six strings.

Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties must finally say goodbye.

Looking back, the lights are gone.

Only loneliness is loud.

Whose face has been lost by reading hard in the cold window.

Lanting has been picked up in front of you.

A blank volume of unannounced hearts.

The inkstone is left with tears and thoughts.

The background of this link you gave is the back string's "Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties".

TV series "Myth".

Theme song: "Crossing".

Singers: Zhang Meng, Wang Haixiang.

Ending song: "The Myth of Beauty".

Singers: Hu Ge, Bai Bing.

Interlude: "The Myth of the Star and Moon" Singer: Jin Sha.

Interlude: "Remember the Rainbow" Singer: Zhang Meng.

Interlude: "Six-Character Song" Singer: Wang Bo.

"The Myth of the Stars and the Moon" - Jinsha Jinsha -

The Myth of the Star and Moon. Lyrics: Jin Sha.

Composer: Jin Sha.

The best scene of my life.

It's to meet you.

Quietly staring at you in the vast sea of people.

Strange and familiar.

Despite breathing the breath of the same sky.

But I can't hug you.

If you have changed your spatiotemporal identity and name.

I wish I could know your eyes.

In a thousand years' time, you will be in **.

What kind of scenery is around?

Our story isn't pretty.

But it's so hard to forget.

Despite breathing the breath of the same sky.

But I can't hug you.

If you have changed your spatiotemporal identity and name.

I wish I could know your eyes.

In a thousand years' time, you will be in **.

What kind of scenery is around?

Our story isn't pretty.

But it's so hard to forget.

If we were brave together.

Will it end differently.

Will you also have a thousand words.

Buried in silent dreams.