Some literary lyrics can be used in literary novels.

Lyrics/Copy: Mu Qingming

Composer/Harmony: Rachel

Arranger/remix: Grehala poor

Erhu: GG plays cotton

Singing: Yunの Crying Rachel.

Poster: Qinghai grassland

The silver cicada is accompanied by floating clouds.

After the memory begins, look into the distance quietly.

An ancient well and a dry pond full of weeds.

Dispel a wisp of the past

The morning cloud disturbed the new mulberry on the stranger.

The wind blew the fallen flowers in front of the court through the cloister.

Chasing love in thick ink.

Ranwo plainclothes Baishang

Silver sunshine is cool, clouds are cool and strings are cool.

The wind is surging and the world is in a panic.

The breath of silver is slightly cold, and the mind of the cloud is also slightly cold.

What happened to the confluence year rush?

Yun, you have been wandering in the world for thousands of years.

Let me see you one last time.

The silver flame burned up the time to describe this face.

Don't leave me alone in the dream.

Silver fireflies are willing to forget summer nights.

If you want to bid farewell to this era after all

The skirt was inadvertently stained with lotus fragrance.

Fall into the dust net from now on

Cloud tusks gently stepped on the candlelight and shook.

All the noise and silence are painted on the painting.

From fright to first frost.

Tears condense into poems.

The cloud snuff is slightly cool, and the silver nib is slightly cool.

It is difficult to draw vanity and melancholy.

The cloud dream mirror is slightly cooler, and the silver plot is slightly cooler.

Confused hallucinations, overlapping sadness

It turns out that parting is because of deep attachment.

You exchanged reincarnation for the full moon on my pillow.

I hope my memory stays at my thin fingertips.

As the flowers wither, the dust is scattered and gradually stranded.

Years later, I dreamed of that day again.

The silver map is far away, and it is raining.

If the afterlife is too far away to make a promise.

It is better to learn to let go of many obsessions.

Use this broken sentence to mourn the years.

When I am old, who will be sad and happy on the horizon like water?

Yunchan accompanied the drifting clouds.

A distant place in memory

-Eventually-