Esperanto, French, English, Chinese–English, South Asian collisions and cinematic voices meet inside one archive, joined by World Civilisation, Lingwan's eight-language world-folk route, Bajiao's rainforest roads and Mary's Celtic coasts, Mandarin life cycle and frontier soundscapes.
One after another, back to the top at the end — until you stop it. Tap any song to carry on from there.

Ya Layl Al-QamarA call to night and moon leads to an old doorway and a sandy road. Lingwan opens this worl
Ay IsigindaWind from an old road carries a name once more. In this Turkish-language song, Lingwan bri
Dalbit GanggaeseoA voice calls from a moonlit riverbank, and the water seems to answer. Korean lyrics give
Shabe NiloufarNight settles at the window; a name trembles softly in the rain. This Persian-language wor
Doi Mua NhoLight rain falls over an old river, where someone waits on the bank. Lingwan follows Vietn
Khuen Chan RakA declaration of love keeps company with streetlights still awake in the rain. Lingwan
Blue Planet Window · LingwanLooking back at the blue planet from space, four languages share one window through Lingwa
Hall of Many Flags · Male SlowFlags rise overhead while Male Slow lowers the gaze: beyond the names of nations are indiv
After the Flood · MaryAfter the water recedes, rebuilding is not a victory slogan but the long labour of relight
Last Lighthouse · Bollywood MaleWhen the sea loses its bearings, the final beam promises no victory—only that someone is s
Letters Across a Century · MaryEsperanto letters cross wars, borders and decades; what survives is not an abstraction but
Olympic Night of Nations · LingwanNations enter one by one; Lingwan does not flatten them into one culture, but makes the sh
Museum of Returning Stones · Male SlowThe museum is quiet at night, yet return and reconciliation give each stone a place of ori
Moonbase Earthrise · Bollywood MaleWatching Earth rise from the Moon makes borders disappear for a moment, bringing a blue ho
The Rowan Light · LingwanRain road, river wind and a rowan tree turn waiting into a plainspoken English folk song a
格拉纳达之月·灵婉Fountain streets, a questioning guitar and Granada moonlight place a warmer shadow around
Moon Lullaby · LingwanThe moon descends to the river and the waiting figure on the bridge hears wind like a smal
海的来信·灵婉An old Lisbon street, rain on glass and a name written by the sea let Lingwan entrust memo
White Night · LingwanSnow, an old bridge and one lit window let Lingwan follow the slow road of a Russian roman
河上之星·灵婉A star lights the river and someone far away. Lingwan makes Esperanto intimate and clear,
柠檬之路·灵婉Evening wind, a lit window and the scent of lemons write return into an Italian village ro
爱琴海之光·灵婉A white harbour, jasmine at night and Aegean moonlight let Lingwan sing a quiet Greek-lang
Old Moon over Liangzhou · MaryYellow River, lone city, Jade Gate and the ancient moon enter Celtic fiddle and low whistl
Old Train in the Rain · MaryRain falls on an old station and the whistle carries away an unfinished sentence; Mary
Don't Turn Out the LightThe rain has only half stopped and the old cinema light remains on. Close-miked breath, st
From the Bamboo House to the GangesHulusi and bansuri answer one another while tabla joins bamboo house, rainforest and Gange
The Right-Hand Passenger Seat × Meeting YouMary's warm mezzo joins passenger seat, rear-view mirror, an old gas station and a sl
Golden Coast · Symphonic HighlightViolin and cello carry the melodic contour, horn opens the horizon, and piano with strings
Rain by My Ear‘The rain is close; so are you.’ An umbrella left by the door and an old photograph presse
The Dim-Lit Tavern‘The light is not out; the song is not over.’ A glass, half a moon and a tavern afraid to
Let the Moon Rest on Your Shoulder‘Not every passionate love must be shouted into the centre of the world.’ The hook lies in
By the Peacock River“Who is singing by the Peacock River?” A peacock opens its feathers beside moonlit water,
The Stars Are NearBeginning with Qixi without enclosing encounter inside one legend, Mandarin and Esperanto
Silver Bells to the Ganges‘The hulusi asks the bamboo grove; the bansuri answers deep in the night.’ Instead of melt
Frontier MoonOne moon shines on both frontier passes and a bamboo house. Beginning with one exact Wang
Lotus Picking at Southern Pond in Autumn‘Lotus picking at Southern Pond in autumn’ enters a small boat from Southern Dynasties yue
Clear Water RiverEvening commuters pass a city river as lights fall into the water. Someone who has not looMV
Magpie Bridge Air · LingwanMoon, old lattice, embroidery thread, water sleeves and one bridge draw Qixi from grand le
Ten Thousand Voices beneath the Stars · Lin Juyi‘The stars are near tonight’ moves from private vow toward row after row of lights. Lin Ju
The Stars Are Near · ForeverThe Milky Way and Magpie Bridge do not remain inside legend. They arrive in an ordinary vo
The Stars Are Near · Cyber Choir FinaleThe same romantic core of The Stars Are Near no longer stays inside a whisper when Cyber s
The Stars Are Near · Mediterranean Moon BridgeMagpie Bridge descends from the Milky Way to a moonlit harbour, where water, timber and on
Moon over the MekongThe Lancang flows south as the Mekong, while one moon gathers stilt houses, ferry landings
Moonlit Bamboo HouseMoonlight falls on a stilt house, water and one lamp waiting for someone. Peacock, silver
After the StormThe storm is not erased by a slogan: broken windows, a pale morning and names carried acro
The Final DialogueWind crosses an old platform from the screen and a name is hidden in sea and afterglow. Ma
Café under the Near StarsThe hook The Stars Are Near is not covered again. Beside a rain-lit window, coffee and an
The Stars Are Near · Lin JuyiThe Milky Way and magpie bridge do not remain inside legend. They descend into wandering,
A New Dream on the Magpie Bridge · LingwanThe same stars, magpie bridge, missed rain and promise to keep walking change when Lingwan
The Galaxy Remains · Bollywood MaleOne complete 七夕 lyric and one public parent can now be heard through three lead virtual si
The Stars Are Near · Bajiao South Asian CrossingA single rain-lit banana leaf fills the window while bansuri, hulusi and soft tabla carry MV
The Stars Are Near · Breathy NocturneThe shared Qixi lyric no longer reaches for distance: lamplight, rain and one quiet yes ar
The Stars Are Near · Widescreen End ThemeThe shared Qixi lyric moves from a close room into a widescreen end theme. Piano, cello, s
The Stars Are Near · Lin Juyi Cinematic TakeA rain window, oil lamp and bowl of water bring the stars into an ordinary room. 01F B sha
The Stars Are Near · Male Slow Moonlit BassA stone arch frames the full moon while a white crane stands between candlelight and vines
The Stars Are Near · Lingwan by the Window LampMist-softened stars fill the upper frame; an old window and warm lamp hold the lower one.
The Stars Are Near · Mary's Country-Pop WarmthMoonlight falls across a waterside balcony and an empty wooden chair while stars trace a r
The Stars Are Near · Bollywood Duet BridgeLilac starlight settles over a bridge at night while reflected lamps pull the shared Qixi
Bamboo House AntiphonA lamp comes on in a bamboo house and someone answers from across the river. A female part
Silver Jewelry and the Ganges MoonOne moon lights a bamboo house; another reaches the Ganges. Silver, banana leaves and a di
Moon over the Mountain RoadHeadlights reveal only a short stretch, while the moon crosses the whole mountain road. OvMV
Silver Bells over the Mountain Road · BajiaoHulusi arrives from the pass and silver bells follow moonlight toward a bamboo house; Baji
Old Lamp on the Mountain Road · Male SlowLow cello and a distant flute light the old lamp before Male Slow carries distance, home a
Moon over the Rainy Lane · Lin JuyiThe same mountain moon enters an old rainy lane as Lin Juyi presses tenderness and scars i
Moonlight Anthem for Many VoicesOne lamp lights within the crowd and each line receives an answer; Moon over the Mountain
世界的河·Male SlowThe Nile, Yangtze and Danube flow through memory as Esperanto and Mandarin carry war, reun
同一颗星·灵婉One star shines over old city and harbour as Lingwan lets longing in a mother tongue meet
Where the Dark Sea GlowsA moonlit harbour, old guitar and empty chair hold an unfinished love; the dark sea does n
Might Clean Today · Chinese VersionSunlight reaches the bed, the phone is still charging and clothes remain on the floor. The
Nangma Halfway through the WineA half-heard sentence is finally answered between half a glass and years of hesitation. Na
Your Name Written in the WindA spring afternoon, old streets, letters and a mountain road never taken are opened again
You Feel It All · Chinese EditionOne person receives noise, pain and scattered memories, then weaves them back into warmth.
Float · Chinese EditionBlue LEDs, mirrored windows, airplane mode and high-definition unreality make a night city
Puzzle Me Whole · Chinese EditionRed, blue, black glass, gold lines and bone-white seams remain visible. Wholeness does not
After Gold · Bilingual Tenor MashupAn English female voice looks back from the coast while Cyber Tenor carries the Mandarin a
Qixi × When You Are Old · MashupQixi waits for another meeting while Yeats looks back from old age. Galaxy, firelight and
Silver Bells through the RainforestRain moves through dense leaves while silver bells join two distant paths. Bajiao does not
Night Boat on the Lancang RiverBoat lights move close to black water while the river wind returns unfinished words to sho
The Old Umbrella at the Flower MarketAfter the flower market closes, an old umbrella remembers the rain once shared. As the cro
Moon Road of Tea and HorsesMoonlight opens along the ridge as an old road gathers horse bells, tea fragrance and pres
Homecomer at the Lantern MarketThe lantern market is still bright, yet the traveller recognises only the light by one doo
The Little Yunnan TrainA little train rounds the mountainside as mist, villages and old station signs pass the wi
An Old Letter in the Sea FogSea fog hides the far shore while an old letter returns a voice from years ago. Mary'
The Distant Hills Bring You HomeThe road does not answer why anyone left; distant hills slowly close behind. Mary sings ho
Fishing Lights through the Rainy NightRain presses the sea into darkness while fishing lights still cross from afar. Mary leaves
A White Sail Passes through DuskDusk darkens the sea as a white sail passes through the final light. Mary does not chase i
Moon beside the Stone HouseThe stone house does not say who once lived there, yet moonlight returns to its doorway. M
Wind over the Blue HeadlandWind crosses the blue headland, carrying the old letter, distant hills, fishing lights, wh
Road after RainAfter the rain, an old road stretches streetlights, wheat-scent and unfinished words into
An Old Letter by the GangesAn old letter returns through moonlight on the Ganges as sitar, bansuri and a low mezzo tu
The Blue LetterBlue paper rests inside a book while a rainy-night accordion returns a late whisper to the
Old End Credits in the Sea WindSea wind crosses an old pier while dusk feels like a slow film still playing. Mary sings a
A Letter Returning from the Distant HillsRain falls on distant hills and a late letter returns on the wind. Mary's warm lower
The Lighthouse Burns SlowlyThe lighthouse comes on while the sea stays silent. Piano, restrained electric guitar and
The Letter in the Sea FogSea fog hides the end of the cliffs, but a letter returns distance to the hand. Tin whistl
Hills That Bring You BackGreen hills keep appearing beyond the mist like patient waymarks. Mary sings homecoming as
Lanterns After MidnightAfter midnight, harbour lanterns remain one by one, lighting the tide and unfinished words
The White Sail at DuskA white sail grows smaller across the dusk. Departure is not sung as rupture, but as a dis
Moon by the Stone HouseThe stone house gives no answer, but moonlight stays beside the door. Mary brings her lowe
Wind over the Blue HeadlandWind crosses the blue headland, carrying the letter, hills, lanterns, white sail and moonl
A Name in the StormRain presses down on a city while a called name crosses water and crowds. Bollywood Male t
天空下的路Land and sea routes stretch beneath one sky as Esperanto and Mandarin take turns receiving
Mountain Road, Star BridgeA mountain road carries moonlight toward a star bridge as two voices illuminate the space
Night Train through the NorthA night train crosses northern darkness and distant lights. Male Slow folds departure, mem
A Floral Sash in the MistMist gathers along the water as a floral sash becomes memory and a road home in Bajiao
A Time for Everything · LingwanBirth, death, weeping, laughter, seeking and loss alternate across two languages. Lingwan
Graduation Photo · White ShirtsWhite shirts, an old playground and a camera shutter hold graduation day inside one photog
Psalm 23 · Male SlowGreen pastures, still waters and the darkest valley alternate across two languages. Male S
The Light Is Still On · MaryAn old window, quiet rain and a lamp that has stayed on for years turn return into more th
Ganges Moon Vow · Bollywood MaleThe feeling of Moon over the Mountain Road enters Ganges moonlight and a Hindustani-inflec
Moonlight Choir of ThousandsA solitary moonlit road is received by mixed choir, widening a familiar melody from close
Choir over a Sea of LightsCountless lights rise from darkness. The choir begins without spectacle, letting one perso
Lights by the Mother RiverLights rise one by one beside the river, revealing years in which a mother folded hardship
Half a Lifetime on the RoadAfter half a lifetime, travel is no longer only departure. Mountain roads, old letters and
Time Passes in a Low VoiceTime rings no bell; it passes quietly through windows, hair and familiar objects. Mary
Homeland Wakes in the WindA childhood road, the tree by the door and the smell of supper have not vanished; they wak
The Stone Fate Gave MeA stone handed down by fate can weigh on the step or become a marker on the road. Mary
Give the Heart to Distant MountainsAt the close, every step no longer needs a verdict. Giving the heart to distant mountains
A Rose Left in the BookA rose pressed inside an old book keeps one vanished summer alive. Mary lets handwriting,
Winter Star above the MoorAcross a winter moor where no warm window calls a name, one star refuses to go out. Mary t
Bells at the Edge of EveningBells cross the river without announcing a miracle, simply loosening grief. Mary finds qui
The Willow Learns the RainA willow learns rain by bending lower, and a person may take root again inside loss. Mary
The River Keeps No CrownThe river asks no praise, yet fields remember where it passes. Mary places pride, loneline
The Last Window of AutumnAutumn's last window burns inside the gathering blue. Mary does not beg youth to stay
Old City StationRain glows beneath the lamps of an old-city station as two people separated for years reco
The Scarf Mother SentA scarf sent from home carries sunlight in its stitches, letting someone in a northern win
The Little Shop by the RiverThe owner has changed but the wind chime has not. Tea, an old window and a faded photograp
The Night Fate TurnedBeneath a rain-washed streetlamp, a life seems to have lost its echo—until a half-open win
Father's Old BicycleOne ring from a rusted bicycle bell brings back the morning market, a white shirt in the w
The Bridge of Looking BackBridge lights rise as the river carries a lifetime toward sunset. In later years, life loo
The Wind on the Old HighwayAn old road, low clouds and an unsent letter return between dust and moonlight as Lingwan
Red Roses on the Old StreetRain crosses stone streets while red roses beneath a clock tower remain half in dream and
White Walls, Sea WindWhite walls, a harbour and an old guitar place foreign land and reunion inside the same se
Showa Night RadioA midnight radio, rain-lit neon and a departing taxi leave their waiting inside a night so
Jiangnan Rain ThreadsBridge, lantern and umbrella are stitched back into memory by rain threads, while moonligh
A Letter on Snowy GlassOn a northern snow night, a letter written on glass gives one line to the wind and one to
Until the World Lights UpNight is not dismissed by a slogan; it slowly brightens across coast, electric piano, clea
别关灯Accordion, piano and cello surround the last lamp in a midnight café as Mary turns waiting
Last Train · End CreditsAfter the last train leaves, piano, cello, acoustic guitar and strings carry what was left
给归来之人的信An old letter places departure and return on one page while Mary's warm mezzo unfolds
The Moment You AppearedRather than a line-by-line translation, the song begins from the shock of an appearance an
Echoes of When You Are OldAs the years of a poem enter firelight and distant hills, Mary offers a musical reply abou
A Soul RebornThe catalogue calls this version A Soul Reborn, while the sung refrain keeps returning to
你身边的雨A small room dimming into night, coffee leaving its bitter trace and a confession that was
Rainforest Night SongRain falls on banana leaves as drum, flute and distant song find their own depth. Bajiao b
风把我们带回来Sea wind crosses a rain-lit old town, carrying a name, a rose and an unfinished return intOne starry-night theme enters Esperanto radio, French chanson and multi-singer experiments. 11 virtual singers share one lyric and the 七夕 parent across 14 verified recordings. Lin Juyi's Ten Thousand Voices beneath the Stars and Lingwan's Magpie Bridge Air become sister songs through distinct new lyrics; the new Qixi × When You Are Old lets a Chinese meeting answer Yeats's gaze across time in one complete bilingual mashup. Language, singer, recording and independent work remain distinct.
Tonight the Stars Are Near lets the full virtual-singer cast alter register, character distance and cultural colour inside one theme without turning singers into genre labels.
Rainforest nights, silver under a Ganges moon, Silver Bells to the Ganges, Moon over the Mekong, Moonlit Bamboo House, Bamboo House Antiphon, Clear Water River, Lotus Picking at Southern Pond in Autumn and Frontier Moon carry Dai Amei from transboundary imagination into commuters, urban homesickness, a hulusi / bansuri exchange, four received Xizhou Qu lines and a sourced frontier-poetry recomposition. Each keeps virtual voice, written roles, cultural imagery, imagined geography and living communities distinct. Silver Bells is not travel, religious or ethnographic evidence, and its instrument directions are not claims of human performance.
French, English, Chinese–English, close-mic breath and cinematic soundscapes unfold side by side. Cinematic Female has five complete public masters; Breathy Female now has six. Let the Moon Rest on Your Shoulder carries her into a South Asian slow sway, The Dim-Lit Tavern turns toward dim cabaret, and the newly opened Rain by My Ear uses sparse piano, nylon guitar and rain at a window to bring the same character back to her closest listening distance. Every instrument, photograph and venue remains generation direction only.
A remembered name enters the wind; feeling, drift and a puzzle of the self reshape four Mandarin songs. Golden After then lets an English female voice answer Cyber's clear tenor across a coast, with all five works presented as complete songs and full films.
From space, Earth carries no border lines. On the ground, people live through different languages, institutions, memories and fates. A Home Called Earth protects an ideal that does not erase those differences: there is only one planet on which the consequences of human choices are shared.
The blue hills are not an exotic travel postcard but a silent witness watching someone leave. Classical Chinese landscape places farewell inside a longer time, while an English ballad lets one unfinished sentence return along the road. Their meeting gives distance weight.
Children’s questions are often short enough to leave adults nowhere to hide: why is there war, why can language become a wall, and why do people continue choices known to damage the future? La Infanoj Demandas does not use children to deliver adult slogans. It protects their right to ask.
A letter to the future cannot demand a reply, so it resembles a promise: what will be left behind, and what must be admitted as unfinished? Letter to the Future does not predict technological miracles. It asks people living now to become accountable narrators to listeners not yet born.
The light of a library is not uniform gold along book spines. It is the moment a reader discovers that someone preserved this question, and someone else crossed a similar darkness earlier. Library of Light sings of inherited knowledge while asking who still remains outside the door.
Inner light is not switched on by telling someone to be strong. In a low period, a person may first need permission to be tired, ask for help and wait before rediscovering what remains worth protecting. Light Within considers recovery without packaging pain as a gift.
In mist, people cannot see one another clearly, but sound can confirm that someone remains. Mist Chorus is not a perfectly arranged mass performance. It is a group of ordinary people, not made heroic, using response to say: direction is uncertain, but you are not crossing alone.
Headlights reveal only a short distance ahead while the moon follows above the hills. Moon over the Mountain Road makes night solitude feel less cold: someone moves between leaving and returning, and home has not vanished—it has temporarily become a light too indistinct for the rear-view mirror.
A rainforest night is not wallpaper for a mysterious ethnic style. Rain falls differently across leaves; river, insects, raised houses and a distant song occupy distinct spaces. A visitor must listen before deciding whether to enter. Rainforest Night Song begins with an environment rather than a costume.
Silver ornament catches light nearby while the moon reaches the Ganges at a distance. Placing Southwest China and South Asia inside one song does not prove that their cultures are naturally the same. It is an imaginative collision that must state its viewpoint and respect difference. Splendour may remain, provided it does not consume the people.
‘Until the world is bright’ does not guarantee that night will end soon. It is a long promise: before results appear, people take turns keeping watch, preserving names, repairing one window and leaving a lamp for a stranger. Hope becomes an action rather than a mood.
A world singing together should not sound as though everyone has finally become the same. Mandarin retains its breath, French its connected phrasing, Esperanto its ideal, and other voices their local memory. The moving moment arrives when those differences hear one another at a turn in the melody.
A dark sea does not mean danger alone. The darker the water, the more one distant light reveals a human desire—not that fate provide an answer, but that some direction remains worth seeking. Where the Dark Sea Glows turns solitude into navigation rather than abandonment.