Lyrics of Zheng Bingbing's "traces of Xuanyuan sword in the sky"

Tone changing clip 2 c-tone fingering up two half tones D-Tone as a whole

The trace of Xuanyuan sword

Songwriter Liang Shao songwriter singing harmony Zheng Bingbing arranges Hongyu

Top 1

BM　　　　 A

The picturesque landscape of last year

G　　　　 D 　A

Looking back on fate

BM　　　　 A

Years of sorrow and happiness are empty talk

G　　A　 BM

Nine days of dancing with the harp and sword

Top 2

BM　　　　 A

Dream changes suddenly, cracks appear in the sky

G　　　 D　 A

The flowers on the other side are not gorgeous, and the shadow of the butterfly still lives like a year

BM　　　　 A

Dreams are not lingering

G　　 A　 BM

I dare to break the stars with one hand

Transition 1

G A BM

There are many thorns on the mountain

G A D #F

Between gorgeous sunset and sorrow

G A D #FM BM

Counterattack chaos, setting sun warm, wind howling, soul scattered

G　　 A　 BM

I only wish all the people in the world respect Xuanyuan

Chorus 1

G　　 A　 BM

No one can stop the spear

G A D #F

What's the fear of breaking the post with blood

G A

Autumn wind breaks Lancang

#FM BM

Forget to leave the wound

G A BM

Between the fingers, the sea has grown

Interlude g a # FM BM g a D # F, g a # FM BM g a BM

Top 3

BM　　　　 A

In the mirror, people's temples are white

G D A

The flowers on the other side are not gorgeous, and the shadow of the butterfly still lives like a year

BM　　　　 A

The seal of the heart, the dream is not soft

G #F

Make great efforts to break through the mountains

Chorus 2

G　　 A　 BM

No one can stop the spear

G A D #F

What's the fear of breaking the post with blood

G A

Autumn wind breaks Lancang

#FM BM

Forget to leave the wound

G A BM

Between the fingers, the sea has grown

Chorus 3

G　　 A　 BM

No one can stop the spear

G A D #F

Why fear the crack in the sky

G A

At night, the moon shines

#FM BM

Just for the next life

G A BM

Why not drink up and get drunk

ending

G A

Autumn wind breaks Lancang

#FM BM

Forget to leave the wound

G A BM

Between the fingers, the sea has grown