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What song did you say that human ashes would be scattered into the sea?

You said human ashes should be scattered in the sea. The name of this song is Underwater.

Underwater is a folk song written by durian, composed by a durian and Shouyan, and sung by a durian. Published on February 1 1 2020. 1 minute 44-second version is included in the album Independence, and 4-minute 16-second version is included in the album Underwater.

The singer is durian, whose real name is Tian. China creative female singer, songwriter, Netease and Tik Tok musician. Her original masterpieces "Under the Sea" and "On Earth" will make you unforgettable, and EP "Independence" was released in February 2020.

Lyrics:

The scattered moonlight passed through the clouds, hid in the crowd and spread into scales of the sea.

The waves wet the white skirt and want to push you back.

The waves wash blood, hoping to warm you.

Listen to the depths of the sea, whose cry is guiding.

The soul is silent, and no one will wake you.

You like the salty taste of the sea breeze, stepping on the wet beach.

You said that human ashes should be scattered in the sea. You asked me where I would go after death and if anyone loved you.

Whether the world can stop laughing at people in cool thin has nothing to do with people on the shore.

There is no nostalgia in the world, and everything is scattered into smoke.

Scattered moonlight slipped through the clouds and into the bottom of the sea.

The waves wash blood, hoping to warm you.

The soul is silent, and no one will wake you.

You like the salty taste of the sea breeze, stepping on the wet beach.

You said that human ashes should be scattered in the sea. You asked me where I would go after death and if anyone loved you.

The world abandoned you and always smiled at the people in cool thin. There was nothing on the shore.

There is no nostalgia in the world, and everything is scattered into smoke.

It's too late. You have laughed and cried.

It's too late, your trembling arm.

It's too late, no one will come to save you.

No, you hate suffocation.