"Bamboo Dream" dream of life and death. Lian Ji Tomb

"Bamboo Dream" dream of life and death. Lian Ji Tomb

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Lyrics
Lian Ji Tomb
Tacke Chusan 2014 dream of life and death of "Bamboo Dream Order"

Sang Tacke Zhu Sang
If the lyrics are purple kites
Compose the perfect Paladin
Arranging the perfect paladin, cuttlefish
Guitar Honghu Finch
Mixing cuttlefish, Mr. Fish
Master Belt Cuttlefish
Poster Black Innocent Black

Copy: The same dream again.
Dream, huaqianyuexia you, border you, for the motherland you, vividly.
The tomb was born of green vines, leaves and branches intertwined, with a bloody flower.
To me, you are always a friend of the people, regardless of fame, no matter life and death.
This cup, disrespectful to the deceased.

Thousand heavy peace 阙遥 to million house lamp
Long time no smoke signals, who remember the conquest.
Resigned and returned to the wine to enjoy the spring deep
Bows Drawn prancing Horse is the pinnacle of elegance
The border city of snow in the annals of the Moon
The only person in the eyes of the word exploits
The head of the afterlife to why grief
Split Stone bottom self-fault section packing
The heart is not the root of the soul
Bone Grafting 100 back
In the middle of the dust the Sky laughs dead
The color of blood splashing is still warm
That night, the snow at the door broken back sound
Bury the Dragon liver and gall to build my Acacia city
The castle peak of the City of Fame and paper outside the long transverse
Sitting on the grave, the weeds and the wine
A cup of suddenly is a year in the spring

Throughout the mountains and rivers, lanterns without a deceased
Knife light with the wind Xie armored thick dust
Only to wait for the hundred years and then share the ups and downs
Heaven and earth for the account of a handful loess quilt Pillow
The heart is not the root of the soul
Bone Grafting 100 back
In the middle of the dust the Sky laughs dead
The color of blood splashing is still warm
Vast journey 3,000 miles mild feeling shop just a couple of ride
Trek soul Dream ends meet Mossian asked
In front of the heroic ambition behind the red dust
On the life of the historian's desolate tone
This cup of disrespect to the deceased

That night, the snow at the door broken back sound
Bury the Dragon liver and gall to build my Acacia city
The castle peak of the City of Fame and paper outside the long transverse
Sitting on the grave, the weeds and the wine
Vast journey 3,000 miles mild feeling shop just a couple of ride
Trek soul Dream ends meet Mossian asked
In front of the heroic ambition behind the red dust
On the life of the historian's desolate tone
This cup of disrespect to the deceased

"Bamboo Dream" dream of life and death. Lian Ji Tomb