The bustling sound fled into the empty net.
Destroy the world
Dreams are cold, and they turn all their lives.
How many love debts are there?
If the default is life and death, etc.
Waiting round and round.
annual ring
How many floors has the Tu Tu Tower broken?
Whose soul is broken?
The pain went straight into the broken lamp
Collapsed mountain gate
Let me wait for the turn of history.
Waiting for the wine to be mellow and waiting for you to play.
Yiqu guzheng
There is abundant rain, and the hometown is overgrown with vegetation.
I heard that you are always alone.
The mottled gate is covered with old roots.
What echoes on the slate is waiting.
There is abundant rain, and the hometown is overgrown with vegetation.
I heard that you are still guarding this lonely city.
The rural flute in the suburbs fell on that Nomura tree.
Fate takes root, it's us.
Listen to the laughter of youth.
Envy many people.
That period of history is warm and unwilling.
Write too hard.
Fireworks are easy to cool and people are easy to separate.
You asked me if I still had it.
serious
A thousand years later, I am deeply attached to the world.
Who else is waiting?
And the history of history is not true.
Luoyang City, Shu Wei
If you are experiencing a past life.
The world of mortals follows me
Wandering all his life
There is abundant rain, and the hometown is overgrown with vegetation.
I heard that you are always alone.
The mottled gate is covered with old roots.
What echoes on the slate is waiting.
There is abundant rain, and the hometown is overgrown with vegetation.
I heard that you are still guarding this lonely city.
The rural flute in the suburbs fell on that Nomura tree.
Fate takes root, it's us.
There is abundant rain, and the hometown is overgrown with vegetation.
I heard that you are always alone.
The mottled gate is covered with old roots.
What echoes on the slate is waiting.
Continuous rain
The old house is covered with grass.
I heard, I heard.
You are still guarding this lonely city.
Suburban pastoral flute
Fall in Nomura
Fate takes root, it's us.
Fate takes root, it's us.
THE TEMPLE OF JIALAN Temple listens to the rain and looks forward to eternity.
The allusions behind the lyrics of "Fireworks Easy to Cold" come from "Galand in Luoyang". The Biography of Galand in Luoyang is a masterpiece that integrates Buddhist allusions, literary brushwork, dynastic history, geography and humanities. It was written by Yang Xuanzhi of the Northern Wei Dynasty and was written in the reign of Emperor Xiaojing of the Eastern Wei Dynasty (A.D. 547). It is precisely because of its unique historical view similar to that of modern documentaries that Luoyang Galand, Shui Jing Zhu and Qi Yaomin Shu are called the three wonderful books of the Northern Wei Dynasty in the past century. Fireworks Easy to Cold describes the love story between a royal general and the woman he admired in Luoyang, a thousand-year-old ancient capital written by Yang Xuanzhi more than 500 years ago. After the general met a woman by chance, they fell in love at first sight and privately decided for life. At this time, the general was recruited by the court to fight at the border. Years of war, the imperial capital Luoyang into ruins, in ruins. Finally, the woman struggled to meet the general and became a nun. When the generals came back from the wind and frost and found the ancient temple where the woman in Galand became a monk, she was already dead. The generals only listened to the rain outside the ancient temple in Galand. Recalling those years when they envied others, they lamented, but like fireworks, they were easy to be cold and easy to separate.