Suona blows white cloth and covers friends and relatives.

All kinds of musical instruments, suona is king, either ascending to heaven or offering sacrifices to heaven, playing pipa for thousands of years and playing erhu for a lifetime.

When the suona rang, the cloth was covered, and the whole village was waiting to serve, walking and carrying, followed by a vast expanse of whiteness.

As soon as the coffin was lifted and the soil was buried, relatives and friends began to cry and never came again.

Another version:

Headed by hundreds of suona instruments, one blows to welcome the bride and the other blows away.

I didn't know what I liked at first, but I was already in the coffin.

Think about this life:

It is also three meals a day to have a thousand kilograms of grain, and it is also a black and white day to have money;

Ten houses are also a bed, and prosperity is also a thing of the past.

When the suona rang, the cloth was covered, and the whole village was waiting to serve, walking and carrying, followed by a vast expanse of whiteness.

As soon as the coffin was lifted and the soil was buried, relatives and friends began to cry and never came again.

Other jingles of suona:

When the suona entered the arena, the white cloth rose and the audience burst into tears.

When the offerings are presented and the incense is lit, you must see the last side.

In the face of the deceased, the heartache is unbearable, and we can only vent it by crying.

Why do you hate you leaving, leaving us?

Live without leaving a name, die without leaving a voice, and silently raise several generations.

It's really hard. It's really painful. May you enter the gates of heaven.

Be a fairy, not a man.