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Ten-Year Covenant Lyrics - Tomb Robbery Notes.

Tomb Robbery Notes - A Ten-Year Covenant.

A sudden dream, mishearing the footsteps outside the door.

The eaves of the windows are covered with snow, and the four seasons turn again.

Counting the years, the gloomy eyes.

I'm willing to spend the rest of my life meeting again.

A lonely lamp accompanies me through this youth.

Residual smoke occurs around the fingers and the sideburns are white.

The moon is dim and the stars add a few more layers to the memory.

The night was heavy and covered with dust on my face.

I still remember the dusk when I looked at the tears after saying goodbye to the snowy mountains.

You exchanged your life for ten years of my innocence.

I waited quietly for someone.

Sink in memory.

The pain in your heart is the only testimony you leave in your hurry.

In the past ten years, I have experienced ups and downs.

The residual warmth of the embrace melted the cold.

Don't want to miss your turn.

Look back again.

A lonely lamp accompanies me through this youth.

Residual smoke occurs around the fingers and the sideburns are white.

The moon is dim and the stars add a few more layers to the memory.

The night was heavy and covered with dust on my face.

I still remember the dusk when I looked at the tears after saying goodbye to the snowy mountains.

You exchanged your life for ten years of my innocence.

I waited quietly for someone.

Sink in memory.

The pain in your heart is the only testimony you leave in your hurry.

In the past ten years, I have experienced ups and downs.

The residual warmth of the embrace melted the cold.

Don't want to miss your turn.

Look back again.

The fate of the young division, the song of the fate of the ten-year covenant.

Composer: Shao Si Ming.

Arranger: Gray Plains Poor.

Singing: Shaduo.

Lyrics: Jiangnan Shilang.

Late stage: Nurse month.

A sudden dream, mishearing the footsteps outside the door.

The eaves of the windows are covered with snow, and the four seasons turn again.

Counting the years, the gloomy eyes.

I'm willing to spend the rest of my life meeting again.

A lonely lamp accompanies me through this youth.

Residual smoke occurs around the fingers and the sideburns are white.

The moon is dim and the stars add a few more layers to the memory.

The night was heavy and covered with dust on my face.

I still remember the dusk when I looked at the tears after saying goodbye to the snowy mountains.

You exchanged your life for ten years of my innocence.

I waited quietly for someone.

Sink in memory.

The pain in your heart is the only testimony you leave in your hurry.

In the past ten years, I have experienced ups and downs.

The residual warmth of the embrace melted the cold.

Don't want to miss your turn.

Look back again.

It's not from the tomb robbery notes, it's the theme promotion song of the August 17 Rice Festival.

Tomb Robbery Notes: Ten Years of the World" is a theme promotion song for the August 17 Rice Festival, and the original song is Li Changchao. On August 17, 2018 and August 17, 2019, Li Changchao participated in the Rice Festival as a guest and sang "Notes on Tomb Robbery: Ten Years in the World".

Lyrics: Light, who lights a candle to illuminate.

The mystery set by time, the light replaces the position of light and dark, and flows freely to see who has stood there.

The chess game has been full of holes, look at the most true and false in front of you, and if it is false, why not go towards it with a fiery and stubborn heart, and the most tolerant execution field.

Cracked and shattered, all echoing hollowly.

In the end, I was glad that the sunset was still on my body.

It's too late to tell, and the story is full of ups and downs.

There are the most bizarre peaks and peaks, which have fulfilled you and me.

The clear light of the sea and the full moon are filled with light.

There is the most arrogant snow-capped mountain, and I have listened to you and me chanting.

The world's envy is just ordinary.

Light, can find the way to the difficult and dangerous.

You can also follow the road ahead, and fill in the remnants of the world, without measuring the impermanence of your calculations.

and the hesitation when you came, seeing that you finally have the courage to stand alone, the absurdity of the world with a fiery stubbornness, the most tolerant execution ground has been torn apart, and it has all echoed hollowly.

In the end, I was glad that the sunset was still on my body.

It's too late to tell, and the story is full of ups and downs.

There are the most bizarre peaks and peaks, which have fulfilled you and me.

The clear light of the sea and the full moon are filled with light.

There is the most arrogant snow-capped mountain, and I have listened to you and me chanting.

The world's envy is just ordinary.

There are the most bizarre peaks and peaks, which have fulfilled you and me.

The clear light of the sea and the full moon are filled with light.

There are the most broken books, which have been recorded for a long time.

The pieces of tiles that have been picked up unintentionally have been cold and cold.

There is the most arrogant snow-capped mountain, and I have listened to you and me chanting.

The world's envy is just ordinary.

There is the thinnest handwriting, all yellowed with memory.

And I'm laying the groundwork again, the next chapter.

Extended Information: Rice homophonic robber fans, i.e. fans of the book "Tomb Robbery Notes". The August 17 Rice Festival is an activity spontaneously organized and jointly initiated by Daomi, a fan of "Tomb Robbery Notes", which originated from the "ten-year appointment" in front of the bronze gate of Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling in the book "Tomb Robbery Notes" written by the third uncle of the Southern School, and since 2015, August 17 every year has become a customary fan festival for rice.

In October 2019, Li Chang participated in the Nanjing Forest ** Festival and planned the story of national style. On March 28, 2020, the **** "Empty Mountain Can Be Drunk" was released. On January 1, 2021, he participated in Sichuan Satellite TV's New Year's Concert and sang the songs "Tomb Robbery Notes: Ten Years of the World" and "Untitled Play".

Composer: Shao Si Ming.

Arranger: Gray Plains Poor.

Singing: Shaduo.

Lyrics: Jiangnan Shilang.

Late stage: Nurse month.

A dream. Misheard footsteps outside the door.

The eaves of the windows are covered with snow. The seasons turn again.

Count the years. The gloomy look in his eyes.

I would like to spend the rest of my life.

Change again. Meet.

A lone lamp. Accompany me through this youth.

Smoke lingers between your fingers.

Sideburns white occur.

The moon dimmed the stars.

Memories add a few more layers.

The night was dark. Cover my face with dust.

Still remember. After the snow-capped mountains parted, they looked at the dusk of tears.

You spend a lifetime. It took me ten years of naivety.

There are more light lines between the eyebrows.

Alone. Sink in memory.

The pain in my heart. It is the only testimony that you hastily leave behind.

This ten-year covenant.

I've had my ups and downs.

The afterglow of a hug.

Melt the ice.

Don't want to miss your turn.

Look back again.

Lyrics of "The Covenant of Ten Years".

Tomb robbery notes. Tomb Robbery Notes - A Ten-Year Covenant.

A dream. Misheard footsteps outside the door.

The eaves of the windows are covered with snow. The seasons turn again.

Count the years. The gloomy look in his eyes.

I would like to spend the rest of my life.

Change again. Meet.

A lone lamp. Accompany me through this youth.

Smoke lingers between your fingers.

Sideburns white occur.

The moon dimmed the stars.

Memories add a few more layers.

The night was dark. Cover my face with dust.

Still remember. After the snow-capped mountains parted, they looked at the dusk of tears.

You spend a lifetime. It took me ten years of naivety.

There are more light lines between the eyebrows.

Alone. Sink in memory.

The pain in my heart. It is the only testimony that you hastily leave behind.

This ten-year covenant.

I've had my ups and downs.

The afterglow of a hug.

Melt the ice.

Don't want to miss your turn.

Look back again.

A lone lamp. Accompany me through this youth.

Smoke lingers between your fingers.

Sideburns white occur.

The moon dimmed the stars.

Memories add a few more layers.

The night was dark. Cover my face with dust.

Still remember. After the snow-capped mountains parted, they looked at the dusk of tears.

You spend a lifetime. It took me ten years of naivety.

There are more light lines between the eyebrows.

Alone. Sink in memory.

The pain in my heart. It is the only testimony that you hastily leave behind.

This ten-year covenant.

I've had my ups and downs.

The afterglow of a hug.

Melt the ice.

Don't want to miss your turn.

Look back again.

**] Tomb robbery notes of ten years of the world.

Lyrics] light who lights the candle to illuminate the mystery set by time.

Light replaces light and dark positions and flows unchecked.

Look where the chess game has been riddled with holes.

It doesn't matter if you look at the most real and false in front of you.

With fiery stubbornness, he walked towards the most tolerant execution ground.

Cracked and shattered, all echoing hollowly.

In the end, I was glad that the sunset was still on my body.

It's too late to tell, and the story is full of ups and downs.

There are the most bizarre peaks and peaks, which have fulfilled you and me.

The clear light of the sea and the full moon are filled with light.

There is the most arrogant snow-capped mountain, and I have listened to you and me chanting.

The world's envy is just ordinary.

Light can find the road to be difficult and dangerous, but also to follow the road ahead.

There is no need to measure the light to fill in the remnants of the world.

Look at the impermanence of your calculations and the hesitation when you come.

Look at the absurdity of finally having the courage to stand alone.

With fiery stubbornness, he walked towards the most tolerant execution ground.

Cracked and shattered, all echoing hollowly.

In the end, I was glad that the sunset was still on my body.

It's too late to tell, and the story is full of ups and downs.

There are the most bizarre peaks and peaks, which have fulfilled you and me.

The clear light of the sea and the full moon are filled with light.

There is the most arrogant snow-capped mountain, and I have listened to you and me chanting.

The world's envy is just ordinary.

There are the most bizarre peaks and peaks, which have fulfilled you and me.

The clear light on the sea and the full moon enter the cup of light.

There is the most broken book, the Brief Limbs, and the time has been long.

The pieces of tiles that have been picked up unintentionally have been cold and cold.

There is the most arrogant snow-capped mountain, and I have listened to you and me chanting.

The world's envy is just ordinary.

There is the thinnest handwriting, all yellowed with memory.

And I'm laying the groundwork again, the next chapter.