Imagination is beautiful, but if you really deep into its realm, you will have another sigh, nomadic time of solitude in a song of the same name, got the best interpretation,
The starry night sky, the light wind, refreshing; far away from the vast nothingness of the sky, the heart in the wandering, nothing to rely on, the crescent moon hangs high in the sky, clear and uncontaminated; the mystery of nature, let you in the silence of this piece of ground, the moon, the moon and the moon, the moon and the moon. Let you in this piece of land in the silence, involuntarily want to seek a place in the heart of the horse, like that nomadic people, the loneliness of the sadness are driven to the sky.
Grass is luxuriant, the sky is quiet, in the vague, the moon color provocative; the heart is free to think, the sky is deep, the thought is endless, lonely time. I wish all my wishes to follow you in every migratory pasture, like the horses I graze, so that the journey of love are stained with sunshine. This song is straight from the heart, how a poignant.
Years of urgency, the wheel of time, that seems to be trekking, YouYouYouYou years of days, thoughts but straight into the distance. It is you in me, carved nomadic time, I would like to put my heart in your song to fly. This song came out of the ethereal sadness, along with the moonlight, cold, beautiful desire, seems to be more and more distant. A burst of coldness, hurry to wrap themselves tightly, the bottom of the heart will vaguely have some pain flooded up.
Disappointment and disappointment lingers, not winning the sigh of nature more than that reverie surprise, even in the thought that the wind blowing grass waves, memories of the passing of the years; that smoke in the past, the green years, but also people in the hustle and bustle of the time, stand and look far away, listening to, in the distance, whether or not it can still be heard in the melodious song.
With you by my side, I'm drunk, so what's the harm. This drunkenness, so that people sweep away the confusion of the past, this drunkenness, so that people forget all the sadness, in this silence full of magic, drunk in this moment of tranquility, drunk in this eternal reverie, head against this warm embrace, hopefully do not want to think about it, the time is frozen, creating a mythological silence.
The prairie, nomadic time, green here to caress your displaced body; long river, the wind blowing grass waves, the moon here to comfort your broken heart, have you beside me, drunk and no harm. Under the night sky, the stars are cold and sad, the distant mountains are fuzzy and soft, millions of fireflies are brightly extinguished, thousands of thoughts rise and fall. The night has come to an end, and the grassland is as silent as a wash. The wind is blowing the grass low, like light waves drawing sand. The tired people, in the warm embrace, into the hazy dreamland.
At this moment, the familiar melodious melody echoed in the ears. "Grassland night beauty,......, before lifting the golden cup people have been drunk, light riding on the moon can not bear to return." Night color provocative night, all things are like that a touch of stained light smoke, a handful of broken residual clouds, leisurely drifting away, faintly drifting away. Do not bear to return, do not bear to return. Not drunk, not return, drunk, drunk and not return!
Cilechuan, under the Yinshan Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. I now listen to this "nomadic time" is the singer Qi Danbu sung, but I have always felt that singing the moonlight in the grassland, mezzo-soprano is the most appropriate, that Dedema, the song in the swirling is the watery moonlight; and that descending Central ZhuoMa sang "please drink a glass of wine down the horse! "etc. So I think, if this song for a mezzo-soprano to sing, perhaps better, must be the voice of heaven.