Lyrics: Heroes don't cry. Rosewood incense sacrifices thousands of nights of glass.

-"Heroes don't cry"

Composer: Thousand Grass Immortals

Arranger: A Thousand Grass Immortals

Lyrics: Liu Lixian walking in the clouds.

Late period: Thousand Night Glaze

Singing: Thousand Night Glass

Nianbai: in the middle ... predict the latitude (the flame of sound love)

A ... deep blue (sound, flame of love)

B ... dangerous.

Rap:

You turned and closed the eternal wind and frost of Chang 'an.

Listen to the rustling of snowflakes and the neighing of fast horses.

The fire is burning vigorously.

This bet is too long.

Persian wine is purple and mellow, and the mink cloak is covered with purple wounds and blood dripping.

From the direction where you stand, loneliness burns fragrance, loneliness also has songs, no blood, no tears, no madness.

Sing:

Yellow sand is full of poppies, but it is fragrant.

Your smile is pale and long, like rosewood.

Dream is not clear, wake up too slowly for too long.

It's too late to get drunk.

No tears are the saddest, and no blood is the vastest.

It's heartbreaking when people scatter flowers.

What's wrong with love? What's wrong with hate?

People don't laugh every day, and life is not wasted!

White:

There are two kinds of people in this world who live a drunken life.

One kind of people are addicted to the world of wine and color, but they are extremely sober.

Another kind of person is different.

They have been very calm. Everything is under their control.

What they lead a drunken life is spirit. The more sober and thorough, the more painful and confused. The more you pursue perfection, the more you run counter to your goal.

Compared with the former, the latter is naturally more painful.

Because the former is at least human.

And the latter is already a magical thing.

Rap:

On the sixteenth day of the first month, it snowed all over the sky, and all the red flowers fell. The hero rode a horse, laughed at the traitor's head and dangled in his ponytail.

He tore open the robe, and you just added to the pain.

The gambling ended too early.

The night is as blue as tears and as red as a charming sword. He stands like a javelin.

From the direction where you stand, there are heroes in your eyes, as well as a tear, a tear full of holes.

Rap & sing:

Flowers bloom too early, and the flowers are impermanent.

The sound of landing sounds like sadness.

Although I am sad, who am I?

Who * * * let life slip past them?

What's wrong with He Huan's illness and death?

Immortality, this feeling is unparalleled.

This love is infinite, and this hate is long-lasting.

Between love and hate, my eyes are boundless.

The world is vast and desolate.

You are the morning light and I am the sunset.

Live in the morning, live at night, and die at night.

Live and die together.

People say that heroes have no tears.

No tears, no hatred, no pity, no harm.

Everything is boundless.

After eternity, the world has forgotten.

Dreams are desolate.

I can't see your smile clearly, but there is a steel needle hidden inside.

I can't hear your tears. Tears are too deep, too long and too heavy.

I can't see your smile clearly, but there is a steel needle hidden inside.

I can't hear your tears. Tears are too deep, too long and too heavy.

Sing:

Yellow sand flies all over the sky, and poppies are fragrant.

Your smile is pale and long, like rosewood.

Dreams are vague, confused, wake up too slowly, and grieve for too long.

It's too late to get drunk.

Why not love and hate? It's always empty

White:

A: I will do everything that is aboveboard, beautiful, despicable and shameful.

A: I just want to beat the whole world and give it to him myself.

Have you ever thought about what will happen if we fight each other?

A: But I don't want to know. I never wanted to know.

A: I defeated everyone, but lost my life.

A: It turns into dense but full of shock wave, rustling and easy to get out of the water, while the hero turns into a game-writing protocol without tears. There are two kinds of people in this world who live a drunken life.

A person indulges in the world of debauchery.

[0 1:5 1.96] However, their spirits are unusually sober.

The other person is different.

They have always been calm.

Everything is under their control.

It is the spirit that leads to a drunken dream.

The more sober they are, the more thorough they can see.

The more painful and confused I am.

[02: 1 1.73] The more you pursue perfection, the more you run counter to your goals.

Compared with the former, the latter is naturally more painful.

[02: 19.45438+0] Because the former is at least human.

[02:2 1.80] and the latter is already a magical thing.

[02:24.57]

On the 16th day of the first month, the hero rode a horse and laughed.

The traitor's head shook in his ponytail.

He tore open his robe.

You will only increase the pain.

The gamble ended too early.

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The night is blue as tears and red as charm.

The sword pierced his chest and he stood like a javelin.

The wind and frost reflect from the direction where you stand to your eyes.

Heroes also have tears. A tear is riddled with holes.

[02:43.39]

[02:43.8 1] The flowers bloom too early, and the flowers are impermanent.

The sound of landing sounds like sadness.

Sad as I am, who am I?

Who will lead a drunken life?

What's wrong with living and He Huan dying?

Life and death do us part.

This love is infinite, and this hate is long-lasting.

Love and hate are boundless.

The world is vast and desolate.

You created the sunshine, and I created the sunset.

Ephemerality.

Live and die together.

People say heroes shed no tears.

No tears, no hatred, no harm.

Everything has its time.

After immortality, the world has forgotten.

Dreams are also desolate.

[03:23.75]

Yellow sand flies all over the sky, and poppies are fragrant.

Your smile is as pale and ethereal as rosewood.

Dream unclear, confused, wake up too slowly, sad for too long.

It's not worth getting drunk too late.

What's wrong with love? What's wrong with hate?

What is aboveboard is yours, and what is despicable is mine.

A: I just want to conquer the world and give it to him myself.

Have you ever thought about what will happen if we fight each other?

But I don't want to know. I never wanted to know.

A: I defeated everyone, but lost my life.

Dense, firm but gentle, rustling, splashing water, the hero turned into a game-writing protocol without tears.

Respondent: Christine Zi | Level II | 2008-12-613: 01| Report.

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