I can only convince you again and again, oh ...
The person who once loved you was me.
In the distance, leave you, leave the noisy crowd.
Oh ... please be the lover of a wandering singer.
I can only convince you again and again, oh ...
Someone always holds my hand.
Let me go with you, behind you.
People's legendary desolate distance, you and your love are sung all the year round.
I hate the life I can't give to my lover.
I hate that I can't bring happy melody.
I can only give you a small attic.
The window facing north allows you to see the stars.
I heard this song a long time ago and liked it very much. Therefore, I once naively thought about being a lover of a wandering singer. For me, this is the acme of romance.
I think many girls, like me, have had many unrealistic fantasies about romance. Even in today's work for many years, even in today's real life, I sometimes make a small wish for myself that may never be realized.
Today, I was chatting with a friend. He was surprised that I wanted to be the lover of a wandering singer. Hehe, really, many girls' ideas are unimaginable to others. I smiled and remembered the old days, and my heart gradually became sad.
Really, when I was young, I was really curious about the outside world. It's really tempting to take your beloved, pack your bags and wander in an unknown distance. I want to see the magnificence of "the sky is grey, the wild is vast, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep"; Want to appreciate "climb to the top of the mountain and have a look, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky." ; I want to appreciate the adventure of "the sky is one foot high, the pine is one foot dry, and the head is one foot low", the gardens in Suzhou, the mountains and rivers in Guilin, the bright moon in Qin Dynasty, the customs and customs in Han Dynasty, all that I have longed for, all that I have long been waiting for. . .
A few years later, I'm still me, and I haven't changed at all. Perhaps, the edges and corners have been worn away, and my fantasy has been shattered. However, life remains the same, without ups and downs, and everything is calm. Only the heart, or the young heart, will be moved and have expectations.
A small attic and a window facing north allow me to see the stars. . . . . .