Yesterday's Words-an ancient song that sings all the joys and sorrows in the world.

Lyrics: Wuzi Composer/Arranger: winky Poetry Singing/Harmony: HITA? Opera cavity: Wang Meng remix: Jia

Over age? After the first frost? Roll in half a stack of ink

Listen to you? Separation and Combination in Stories

Snuff falls? The red wax solidified in the corner of the coil.

What is the discount? It's about you and me.

Tired of the first snow on the Spring Bridge

On the topic of thin clothes, San Qian said a few words.

Take a glass of wine and lie down under the eaves.

Wait for the original ship to come back and listen? Sleep with a song.

Drunk, tasting, smelling, dreaming of me.

Before this scam? Pear slices

Regain your mind and sing vulgar love.

Broke the hem of the sleeve? Narunyue

The drum is not full.

Interrupt your dream of the day? Listen to jokes after waking up.

Detergent bronze mirror

Long sigh? End the curtain and disperse.

Which one loves me really looks good?

Long street paper feeding and pen and ink

Far away, the Millennium? Accompany your party

First-class bamboo slips like fighting in a humble room

Yes, sitting is better than sitting, right? Jade carving fence

Xue Jun is holding a pen.

Give me a square inch? Laugh and splash ink after waking up

It's a good thing I didn't say anything

Know that I copied a pen? It is difficult to describe a surname and draw a name.

Why don't you cut your eyebrows in front of the mirror?

Meet for the first time on stage and off stage

The bow and stern were silent.

Spend one's life outside the play.

Affectionate and pretend to be heartless

The drum is not full.

Interrupt your dream of the day? Write a joke after waking up.

Detergent bronze mirror

Long sigh? The curtain fell and refused to return it.

Xue Jun is holding a pen.

Or square inch? Hold it gently in your arms.

It's a good thing I didn't say anything

Know that I copied a pen? Fell on the edge of the word tan

The residual fragrance of ink gathers alone.

Over age? Fog in the dream? Can't see through

Tell you? Separation and Combination in Opera

Snuff falls? Ash solidified in the corner of the coil.

Taiben and? Suddenly, I was shocked again.

If the original song links to the past.

I am ashamed to say that this song has been studied for a long time, but I still can't bear to listen to it when I finally sing it. So I am very self-aware and use the original link. Blessed are friends who have leisure to listen-they can finally get rid of the magic sound that I don't want money.

Since childhood, I have always admired those people who are born with singing talent and always feel that they can't sing. Sometimes even singing will be rejected by others-can this song go further?

However, after listening to a few ancient songs, I really liked them, so I bumped into K songs. I was fascinated for a while and got out of control.

Some songs are actually passable, while others are a complete failure. This "Yesterday's Words" is the representative-it can be seen that efforts may not be successful.

Singers and writers are very different. The more talented a singer is, the more confident he is when singing. The more talented writers are, the more miserable they are, because some of them can remain lonely and miserable all their lives; Or like the remnant snow in early spring, it will melt when it is safe and prosperous.

Tan-Yan wants to be an ancient and unrestrained dramatist-Spring Bridge is tired of snow at the beginning, and she wears a few thin clothes in exchange for a glass of wine, lying under the eaves, waiting for the original work to return and listening to a song to sleep.

The whole world says that actress is heartless-that's because no one really walks into her heart like she once said. Eden is as simple as a bean, sitting on the ground is better than a jade fence. The spectators are all ecstatic about the gathering and parting of the characters in that play, but who really knows her heart-who loves my true colors? Maybe it's just what Tan Xi said, falling in love with a player.

When the last person I loved was long gone, I turned to that fold countless times, and there were traces of candles and tears, as if the ending had already been doomed-only the actor was left, the curtain fell, and the song was soft and lonely, but in front of me, it was just a smoke-filled past. (Day 75 of 365 Extreme Challenge Day Camp)