"Really? Don't lie to me, little ancestor." After being stunned for a while, Chen Yun suddenly asked Xia Wanyuan with a trembling voice.
"What's wrong? I wrote the lyrics and melody. However, I thought of that melody during the live broadcast. The time is a little tight and some parts are not connected properly. Why? Is there a problem with the live broadcast?"
Xia Wanyuan had been well-versed in poetry since she was young. In order to compose a poem, one had to pay attention to the rhymes and the ingenious concepts. And modern lyrics clearly did not have many restrictions. Xia Wanyuan basically only spoke one song, and there was no need to even think about it.
She felt that this was very natural. After all, in the Xia Dynasty, she was surrounded by either the current great scholars or famous poets and painters.
