Lyric

The night in the deserted village, the candlelight flickers

The old tree whispers, whose wedding dress is made of red silk

The ancestral hall is half-locked, the incense ashes have all been scattered and no one is passing by

Suona and Gongs Gently Calling the Soul

Paper money everywhere, all true

Twin Souls: The Bone Language

The candle is dripping with blood, the makeup is weeping

The coffin is in the same room and the wedding is a great celebration

The drama of the afterlife, the curtain rises and falls, who is crying

Soul lost in the netherworld, no one remembers

Ghost wedding night, red candles burn out in the dream

Embroidered shoes hanging upside down on the doorstep, crying

The red string soul-breaking banner leads the soul to extinguish

Shadow puppets soaked in cool night rain

When the red veil is lifted during the wedding ceremony

The People in the Play You in the Audience

The play says: The sound of gongs and drums is urging people to die

Paper figures are silent, and it is difficult to escape from the red thread of foot binding

The veil is removed, the tears are already yesterday

Gold, silver, paper and silk are running out of time

Shadow puppet troupe Gong sound

Hometown Floating Yuanyang

The Judge's Pen: Life and Death

Opera voice seeps out, cinnabar soaks in

The drama of the afterlife, the curtain rises and falls, who is crying

Soul lost in the netherworld, no one remembers

Ghost wedding night, red candles burn out in the dream

Embroidered shoes hanging upside down on the doorstep, crying

The red string soul-breaking banner leads the soul to extinguish

Shadow puppets soaked in cool night rain

When the red veil is lifted during the wedding ceremony

The People in the Play You in the Audience

Flowers in the mirror are hard to tell true from false

Who is regretting in the night wind?

Secrets buried deep in the loess pile

The man in the play eventually becomes a ghost

Huangquan Opera: The song ends and everyone disperses, no one cries

The night is cold and windy (Help...)

Ghost wedding night, the red coffin is buried in the ground

The suona stops playing and returns to silence (Woo…)

Shadow play is performed in vain to find the next life

Who will continue to whisper at night?

When the red coffin was buried

Is it a play or you?

Shadow play is performed in vain to find the next life

Who will continue whispering at night

When the red coffin was buried

Is it a play or you?