Prague is a beautiful city, first of all, describes the romantic scenery there, a beautiful and kind nun in the cathedral looking at the square a strange beautiful boy playing the piano, singing wandering songs, the girl looked along with the song, quietly admiring him and then began to beautifully imagine the love of the two of them, he stole her heart, but "the abbot said no," because nuns He stole her heart, but "the abbot said no", because nuns are not allowed to have a heart. She dreamed for a while, "when she woke up, nothing was there", she started to make a wish at the wishing fountain, praying to God to give her a beautiful love, "the flock of doves with their backs to the sunset, the picture is too beautiful, I dare not look at it", in fact, it was because of the boy that made the picture too beautiful, she went to a deserted corridor and started to dance, listening to the sound of his song and the sound of his piano not far from her, she felt that she could not leave him, "no me you're really not used to it", and they met, in a café. This is the final answer of the story.
Lyrics of "Prague Square":
The piano keys are permeated with light/stained glass windows/decorated with Gothic churches/whoever plays a section/a section of wandering sorrow/seeing in the direction of the piano/rose clinging to eighteenth-century oil paintings/at the side/quietly admiring/thinking about/your romance/seeing/whether it's the same for how long/a a fu shou/a a fu shou/ yap so so sorry/so so so/moderato/ andantino/ portmento/fortissimo/the thief he stole/the abbot said no/the dream woke me up/all is not there/
I stood in Prague's twilight square/and cast my hopes in the wishing fountain/the doves with their backs to the setting sun/that image is too beautiful to look at/prague. It's too beautiful to look at / Prague's squares and deserted corridors / I'm dancing and spinning alone / Not far away you sing from afar / You really can't get used to it without me / The thief he steals / The abbot says no / I wake up from a dream / Nothing /
I'm standing in Prague's dusk squares / I'm at the wishing fountain casting my hopes / The doves are facing the setting sun / The picture is too beautiful to look at / Prague's The square's unoccupied corridor/I danced and spun alone/Not far away you sang from afar/You really can't get used to it without me/
I was standing in Prague's twilight square/Cast my hopes in the wishing fountain/The flock of doves had their backs to the setting sun/The picture was too beautiful for me to look at/Prague's crowded theater in the square/Quiet alleyway, a cafe/I was at the checkout and you were cooking the bisque/This is the final answer to the story.