Guo Jingming's musical novel "Lost and Found"
Where is your youth? Where are your dreams?
The 2005 youth event, warmly burning the whole summer.
Teenage writer Guo Jingming, who took on the role of music producer cross-culturally, publicly declared,
that he was going to write a novel that could be sung and a novel that could be listened to.
It's a marvelous idea to incorporate a novel into a music album, a bold attempt by the 80s writer with no inhibitions.
[Track Description]
October - Pick Up is the Erosion of Erosion
Time dissolves the exposed rock. The rough surface of the class is transformed into a bubble that fades away. Day after day the setting sun erodes the contours of young, well-behaved rocks, revealing the smooth, moist interior of pre-adulthood. The line of return guides the return of all. Mistakes once made. Love that once failed. Childish confessions. Sentiments that once rose and fell. All were instantly and softly forgiven by God. Left with the booming sound of youth, like a late night train heading for the next journey.
September - Nine is a long time long
If happiness is too long. It becomes a blurred memory. So the memory of your face your hands your sweater is separated and placed in different grids of the carousel. Who can only get bits and pieces of happiness. But can no longer be put together into a complete capitalized love. Your smile in the memories can color the whole summer green. But the seasons can't go back along the road to the old days.
August - Hachi is the scar of scars
A wounded body will always leave scars. I'm not a magical healer like the years, who can heal all the wounds I've ever felt. I'm not as great a creator as God, who can open up the infinite vault of the sky You still miss him. You still miss him. You're still stuck in the windless forest that he scattered with his hands. But I want to take you to a different kind of happiness. Even if I can't cure the blindness of the long darkness of your eyes, please let me be blind together. Even if I can't pull you out of the complicated and deep jungle, I will accompany you to watch the sky grow bright.
July - Seven is the period of the date
Who you meet. In the summer when daylight floods to white heat. The happiness of those who have been exposed to the light of day. I can't find the date when it should appear. Just like I met you. In a summer that was long, long overdue. Phoenix flowers bloomed along every wall in the city. The flowers burned in the country. Flowers lost. The red flowers festering in the mud paths of the huge rainwater mountain roads told the monsoon that if I had met you earlier.
June-Land is the land of the continent
Maybe no one has ever noticed. Beyond the peaceful and prosperous continent, those silent and voiceless islands. The islands bloom in all seasons. On the mainland, the grass and trees withered. Those secrets across the distant ocean, even the monsoon winds from the south to the north can not be delivered. Recipient's address unknown. Handwriting scribbled. Overweight. And yet it will never be a no-trace. The man is the clearest presence deep in the chest. His name is the map of an entire continent on the surface of the heart. Islands closing in day by day. And yet it will never land.
May-Wu is the dance of the rising dance
All love is like this. Countless details piled up into an unmoving sideways face. The little specks of mud you left on the corners of your coat, the fairy tale floating shallowly in your smile, the music in your earbuds pointing straight to the Big Dipper. The Ferris wheel. The amusement park. Fireworks rising and sunsets falling. The clean white shirts of the boys and the long hair of the girls. The warmth of the sunlight flows slowly along the lines of the years, turning into mercury and penetrating into every crevice and line of the heart. It eventually solidified into a thousand mirrors. Reflecting a thousand of you dancing to the sound.
April - Rampant is the sacrifice of sacrifice
You say I am a fool or not. April's wind is softened in the air by spring. Half-fluid across the city of blossoms. I bought breakfast for you copied notes. Dazed with nothing to do downstairs at your house. Are all the fools they talk about stupid people? Am I the stupid one? The sunlight cuts along the window into the room. The wind lifted the curtains. The warm glow is creeping full into your quietly sleeping face.
March-Three is Scattered Scattered
Scattered all over the place, is it the kiss you hide in the corner of your mouth? Peter Pan's fairy tale says that those kisses hidden in the corners of the mouth are sweet candy. So who can tell me which clown with a hat is peddling them in the playground? I'd like to buy a nice big jar. And then. And then switch with you. But blood and bones. Nerves and skin. Thick fleece in a thick cotton shirt. Obviously two people with the very same quality, still scattered by the monsoon winds.
February-II is the two without two
Rising winter. Little snow. Big snow. Winter solstice. Little Cold. Big cold. In the lonely winter when you can't meet a second lonely person. Walking alone, singing alone, shopping alone, watching a whole world go wild. People strolling hand in hand through amusement parks. He is the only one for her. I am everyone's no two. The world is full of chances for us to meet. And I never get to meet you.
January-One is the unique one
The world was once upside down. Now it returns to brilliant colors. The world has lost its sound. Now you are singing with me. The darkness of the night covers the left hand. The left hand covers the right hand. Fingers that once held hands. In the night, I join my hands alone. The wind blows the sand into a desert. You waited for me for ten long years of meditation. You are the legend of the world. You are the only one in the world. You made me spend my entire youth. Used to find you.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. His and Her Maze. The Beginning ......
[Lyric Listing]
One Month.
Monologue: Those Things That Happened in 1999 ......
Those Things That Happened in 1999
Like a faded movie
Wasteland burned through endlessly by time
Leaving behind the boy who was once clear in the photo
and the sad
No one remembers or asks
When they left
When they will come back
January:Hidden
Those years were drowned in a sea of people
How many of the songs that were once sung remain
We stood in the raging sea of people
How many of the flowers that were once planted still bloom
In nineteen eighty-five
In nineteen eighty-five
In nineteen eighty-five
The grass has been burnt endlessly by time
And the sad girls.
In nineteen ninety-nine, my eyes won't open
In nineteen ninety-nine, no one stays
In nineteen ninety-nine, my heart won't open
In nineteen ninety-nine, who's left alone? Left behind
Once I sang a song and watched the weeds fill the hillside
In nineteen ninety-nine I can't keep my eyes open
In nineteen ninety-nine There's no one left behind
In nineteen ninety-nine I can't keep my heart open
In nineteen ninety-nine Who's left alone
The grass is all over the hillside How many are left to sing
La ......
La ......
My boy learned to pamper<
The pranks that he loved Can't be remembered
Who's the girl who took off her blue hairband
When I see an old movie, I still cry
In nineteen nineteen-ninety-nine, I can't keep my eyes open
In nineteen nineteen-ninety-nine, there's no one left
In nineteen nineteen-ninety-nine, there's no one left
In nineteen ninety-nine, there's no one left. In nineteen ninety-nine My heart won't open
In nineteen ninety-nine Who's left alone
Once we held hands and said we'd travel forever
In nineteen ninety-nine My eyes won't open
In nineteen ninety-nine In nineteen ninety-nine, no one's left behind
In nineteen ninety-nine, my heart won't open
In nineteen ninety-nine, who's left behind alone
A lifetime of traveling, has this dream woken up yet
La... ...
la ......
Two Months.
Monologue:
I remember she once said ......
I remember she once said
A person's world
is so quiet you can hear the flowers blossom
She also once asked
How long must it be
before someone listens to her world?
February: Crossword Puzzle
Darkness, dawn, dusk, and then dusk again, memories unfolding, folding, and then unfolding again
Green light, red light, green light, and then green light again, crowds dispersing and gathering, and then re-dispersing again
Who's like me, waiting in silence, how many dialogues have I heard along the way, and how many rusted doorways have I passed by
How many blanks are there in life that I've been born with, and how stupid I was to be able to fill in the crossword puzzle
How many people exist in the future? There is a kind of happiness that I was born to be lonely and can't wait for
How many kinds of dialogues are there in loneliness? I forgot to forget the lines and couldn't say them
How many angels are there in the heaven? I couldn't see the feathers falling even if I raised my head
How many accidents were there in the past and now in the future?
Who gave me the ordinary favor, who forgot to bury my face, who stopped when I passed by
How many blanks are there in life, how many crossword puzzles can't be filled in by my inherent stupidity
How many people will exist in the future, how many happinesses can't be waited for by my inherent loneliness
How many kinds of lonely dialogues, how many forgotten lines I can't say even though I've opened my mouth
How many angels are in the heavenly realm, how many angels are in the sky, how many angels can't see the feathers fall even though I lift up my head?
How many angels are there in the sky who look up and can't see the feathers fall down
Back and away and never coming back, we wait, we are disappointed, and we wait again
Summer, winter, summer, and then summer again, the cell phone is turned off, and then it's never turned on again
Three months
Soliloquy: We should only be so defiantly in love when we are young ......
We should only be so defiantly in love when we are young
And when we grow up
we can't remember those
sleepless nights because of longing
. March:Between you and me
Sunny days, light is his white shirt
Cloudy days, clouds are his old bookmarks
His face is my weather station
Between notes, on the back of the exam paper, is your smiley face
The icebreaker is stranded in your dimples
Basalt is the side of your face
Your eyes are like the side of your face, like the side of your face, like the side of your face.
Your eyes are like a museum
It's impossible to stop visiting every day and every night
You're on the left, happiness is on the right
Between you and me is the summer that never grows old
Clouds are on the top, the blue sky is infinite
Between the sky and the earth is the love that I've hidden in my heart
I'm in love for life
Long time to love you. p>lalala......
The zoo, I love the monkeys making faces
The botanical gardens are quiet and you are silent
Amusement park, I'm standing on top of the Ferris wheel with you
You suddenly turn around and say, "The angels are at the top"
You're on the left, and the happiness stops at the right
Between you and me, is the never-ending summer of the same year
Clouds are on the top and the blue sky is infinitely far away.
Between the sky and the earth, there's a love that I've hidden in my heart
I'll love you for the rest of my life
lalala ......
lala lalala[winter summer]
lala lalala......
lala lalala[love can last forever]
lala lalala......
You're in front of me, angels behind me
Between you and me, it's magic that lights up the Theater of Time
On top of the stage, the performance is noteworthy
Between the lifting of the hand and the head, happiness melts away like candy
Blurring my vision
Wrecking the moon.
Soliloquy: He keeps asking ......
He keeps asking
Is April Fool's Day a holiday that belongs to me
Sometimes we can fool ourselves if we blindfold ourselves
The world is a very dark and safe place
April:Fools
The prince in the fairy tale rides a white horse and smiles but doesn't speak
Is your prince me or him? Why don't you answer
Your beautiful years are the fairy tale I love
April Fools' Day revelry, I'll be hiding in a corner
Your prince should be riding a white horse, smiling and speaking to you
Wouldn't know if I'm telling jokes, like the fool I am
April Fools' Day is here again, and it's time for the Fools' Day.
April Fool's Day is here again, are you still laughing at me
Following the angels, I always see your face
Paper airplanes fly higher than before
Winter, summer, sunny, cloudy, the time is far away
Paper airplanes are filled with thoughts
I don't want the angels to land beside me
The paper airplanes have been flying in circles, and then they come back to the front of me
Inside the photo, the cell phone is in the corner of the room, and I can't see it. p>
Inside the photo, on the back of the cell phone, is your face
The paper airplane flew past you and you couldn't see it
Your radiance is dazzling
My ordinariness is so unremarkable
Wu Yue.
Monologue:Love is like candy......
Love is like candy
Scattered everywhere in the playground
Lights shine bright never closing
May:Love Plaza
Eyes break open Your smile is like the sea
The doors and windows are open and you're waiting under the trees
The buttons on your uniform fall off
It's in my hand that I can't let go
The gentle light of your psyche blossoms
That's your smiling eyes
You're looking into the sunset
Like the scent of a flower
That's it,
Leaning against your shoulder
The North Star is pointing in the wrong direction, swaying. I'm swaying in the wrong direction
Like this, I'm gazing at your face
Drawing the shape of happiness
Love Square never closes
Open my ears and listen to your heartbeat like a pendulum
Lights up and slowly walk onto the stage
Lying on you, I'm swinging on your bike
Wishing time would stop and not go away
Behind my back Soft wings grow behind my back
And my thick chest
Waiting for the movie to play slowly, like the flow of time
What does it take to get close to paradise
This is the playground of dreams, with all its lights
Just like this, closing my eyes and imagining it
Guessing what this happiness looks like, over and over and over and over and over and over again
Just like this, leaning against your shoulder
This is what it takes to make me feel like I'm in love with you, like I'm in love with you, like I'm in love with you.
The North Star is pointing in the wrong direction, and it's shaking
Like this, I'm staring at your face
Drawing the shape of happiness
Love Square is not closing
Lu Yue.
Soliloquy: Those Unspeakable Words ......
Those Unspeakable Words
Those Unspoken Stories
Let Him Forget It
June:Him and Her
Looking at him standing under the tree, waiting for her, and hearing her spouting off to him saying Silly words
It's like seeing a movie, a happy and perfect fairy tale
It's like seeing a story, pure white and transparently silly
What's wrong, suddenly saying silly things
I heard he planted white plum blossoms for her
I heard she grew her hair long for him
Why am I afraid, afraid of being alone all these years
How can I not struggle?
Forget it, let her say stupid things
Remember he likes green tea in the summer
Have talked to him on the phone late at night
Will he and she be happy like a perfect fairy tale
What will happen to him and to me? Can anyone tell me
I'm not stupid, I love him just as much
Meeting him, he's already got her.
The wind is blowing, and the cold wind is telling him what I really mean: I envy her
Seven Moon.
Monologue: Memories of a hot summer
Memories of a hot summer
They all say that summer is the season for love
But that summer there was a boy
Crying alone in the sunset for a long time
Seven months: their drift bottles
Playgrounds closed colorful lights off
Happiness was viewed sadly wandering
The toy soldiers quietly look at the skylight
Today's frustration and tomorrow's what
The playground is windy and the children are dispersing
The noisy theater and the movie is off the screen
I'm left standing by myself in the old playground
Pick up the kite and fly it slowly
You and she are sitting slowly beside me
We We all sat next to happiness
Your drift bottles floated ashore
All of them floated to my sad beach
Happiness and sadness sat on both sides of me
I sat in the shadows of time
The white lines drawn by hopscotch in my childhood
Who are you pointing at with your lonely smiles now
They're all in their drift bottles.
Back to the old playground to look at the sunset
All the stories that were once told fell apart
Alone, I listened to the headphones ringing
Shadows play hide-and-seek with me
Eight months.
Monologue: forget everything that was before ......
Forget everything that was before
Let's fly to the country behind the north wind
Live in a fairy tale, okay?
August: The Country Behind the North Wind
Empty Classroom, Empty Chords
Paint Boxes, Running Out of Colors
Heavy Rain, Heavy Rain, Heavy Rain
You've Held Umbrellas for Me
The Big Dipper Points South
Windy Days, Snowy Days, Blazing Suns, Blazing Eyes
Horizon, Floating Clouds, Floating to the Shore
Within a Snap of a Finger, Who's There? After the show, before you leave
North of the year, south of the time
Wave goodbye
Green canvas board left on the wall
White shirt you hang in your room
Three years ago, I took a picture of you
Sunset in front of the window, disappeared
Lighting dims, music slows down
Ten years later, ten years before
Ten years later, ten years before
And then, I'm not sure if I can do this, but I'm sure I can. Ten years later, ten years ago
Everything's changed
Behind the back of the chair, before the number
Old movie down, new movie up
The mystery's not yet over
Jiu Yue.
Soliloquy: You used to say ......
You used to say
Every time the Ferris wheel turns a full circle
there's a pair of kissers in the world
And what's scattered all over the place today
is the kisses that were deep in the corners of your mouth back in the days when they
never existed.
September: Ferris Wheel
The lights of the whole city close their eyes, and the Ferris Wheel spins alone
The yellow leaves of the whole autumn fall off, and you're alone, holding an umbrella
Two cups of coffee pressed against two old photographs, white slippers and a red carpet
Two goldfish swim in a square inch of the world, and the night is long, and the day is short
I'm accustomed to writing letters and taking photos of you, and accompanying you on a Ferris Wheel ride. I'm used to standing in line alone, buying tickets alone, being proud of myself, running around the playground alone
I'm used to learning to talk like you, to smile like you, to run like you, to plant flowers on your balcony
I'm also used to traveling alone, carrying a backpack alone, being annoyed alone, and sketching the back of your body
Loneliness is the beat of a heart, one heartbeat at a time
You're there, I don't know.
You're there, I don't know
Three autumns passed and I became brave, the Ferris wheel went round three more times
Three years of time covered the mountain range and turned into the coast, the floating clouds warmed up, the reeds were shallow
Four seasons are on the stage, the birds flew across the sun line, the sky was high and far away, please make a wish
Four sides of the wind, the winds are coming in memory, I remembered the year, you gently closed your eyes
I am used to be with you in your sadness, in your silence, in your boredom, in the face of the world. Time is like a knife
I used to be frustrated with you, nervous with you, proud with you, because you were proud of yourself
I used to wait for the bus with you, listen to the songs with you, dance with you, and pick out the simple flowers and plants
I also used to be sad with you, dark with you, and shiny with you, because your heart was beating so fast
The memories are sketches that are burned one by one
Where are you? I don't know.
It doesn't matter where your heart is
Pick up the moon.
Monologue: Those Memories ......
Those Memories
Still Clear After Years
The Song That Does Sadness
Till Now Always Remembered
OCTOBER:Me and Once We
Time Like water slowly rippling Who did you play hide-and-seek with
The parking lot at dusk, the lights shining brightly
The old playground empty in the morning
The crowd of people waiting with kites in their hands
The kites broke their strings and landed beyond the sunset
Over the mountains and over the sea, the paper airplanes couldn't fly
We were separated and dispersed to different parts of the world
Time flowed in my heart. I played hide-and-seek with you
The playground of happiness was brightly lit
Old photographs, put in frames
Youthful ideals soared, and sadness was carried on my shoulders
Lighting up with a smile, the road ahead was bleak
Resisting with an embrace, the wind and frost of the road ahead
Has there ever been the saddest song ever sung
That is endlessly repeated at night
Who has ever sung that song, that is so sad, that is so sad?
Who ever sang the song I wrote down
To stir up the emotions like weeds on the hillsideThe time flowed in my heart I played hide-and-seek with you
Happy playgrounds, bright lights
Old photos, put them in frames
Young ideals flying, carrying sadness on my shoulders
Light up the path with a smile
Resist the weather on the way there by embracing it.
lalala......
[About you whom I know]
Lonely Yan Yue:
A lonely and quiet girl who feels panic when she comes in contact with strangers!
Because of her hobby of reading books, she befriends Yao Wang, a boy from the next class. The contact with Yao Wang makes her feel as if she has seen a kindred spirit.
Sad Yao Wang:
A person who looks happy but is actually sad inside.
He is a good student in everyone's eyes ---- a brave and strong person. In fact, the darkness in his heart is only understood by Yan Yue!
Happy and naive child painting:
Having a happy family, he is cheerful and believes in the beauty of everything, while hoping to infect the sad Yao Wang with his own beauty.
But Yao Wang eventually chooses a kindred spirit, Yan Yue. Will Tong Painting also turn into a sad person?
Foolish Zhong Cheng:
Grew up with Tong Hua as a child, and has always been quietly waiting by her side.
Hoping that one day Tong Painting can turn around and see him behind her, however, he always waits in the darkness ......
Chapter01 I am a storyteller
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Some things stay engraved inside the brain. Unfolding and flattening all of the brain's thousands of furrows like a giant sheet of paper,
on which are densely packed plots and lines. There are many times, many places, many people,
all of which would allow me to tell the story. But there is always some inexplicable reason why I open my mouth but look like a doll that can't speak.
Dolls are the loneliest people. Because when a child is lonely, there is a doll to accompany him. When the doll is lonely, there is no one to accompany it.
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chapter02 Yan Yue is the lonely one
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There's a passage in there that says loneliness is like a knife without an open blade, and the dull, heavy cut on the neck goes back and forth with the light years,
issuing a pain that's not too light, not too heavy, not too sharp, and not too slow, until we forget what it is to be in pain.
Is this about me?
It's like I'm used to standing in an empty, deserted playground at dusk with the distant sound of the wind in my ears,
smelling the rusty smell of the double bars along the playground. The lush, barren grass looked like it was going to grow over an entire world.
Just like I'm used to standing in line alone for tickets and watching a sad movie alone with popcorn. Crying and laughing over someone else's story.
Until the movie's curtain call lights came up and all the faces that had just sunk into the darkness all emerged with concrete outlines and features.
I was back in my own silent world in a flash.
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Chapter03 Child's paintings are happy and naive people
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I remember the day he said those words to me was in the playground, a school-organized parade.
He and I were jostled around by the crowd into the same compartment of the Ferris wheel.
When the Ferris wheel turned to the very top, he suddenly laughed next to me and said, "The angels are up there.
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Chapter04 Jongseong is like a fool
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Like the most devoted spectator, watching her life play out in a dark movie theater, I was in the middle of the seat,
sometimes smiling, sometimes crying, while finally seeing her with the one she was with. Should I have stood up and applauded?
Or should I be moved to tears in the dark?
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Chapter05 They Are Two
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On the Ferris wheel. I always think Yao Wang is an angel. The wind blew from far away.
Then gentle wings grew on his back.
He said, thank you for swaying with me.
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Chapter06 Yan Yue is the third person
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I forget whether it was in Hans Christian Andersen's or Grimm's fairy tale, there is a fairy tale that begins with the words, "The mountain and the canyon are sure to meet,
just as some people are sure to meet some people". I later copied that on the wall, and I underlined it very clearly in pencil.
Many nights when I couldn't sleep, I traced the phrase over again on the wall, stroke by stroke, just as I did when I was a child, copying penmanship posters.
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Chapter07 Yao Wang is the sad one
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I love that movie All About Lily Chou-Chou.
I love Yuichi Renmei standing in silence in a vast wheat field with headphones.
I love seeing Green Cat typing Felicia Felicia Felicia over and over on the keyboard.
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Chapter08 Zhongcheng is someone you can see when you turn around
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We all grew up like this.
Falling in love. Falling out of love. Pain. Growing up.
Songs we once thought we'd never forget, but when we filled out the "Favorite Song" section of our graduation yearbook,
we filled it with our new favorite song of that time.
Movies that we used to cry at, we don't even remember the plot anymore.
We all grew up this way, hurt and brave at the same time.
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Chapter09 Child's paintings are people looking out over the Ferris wheel
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Just how long will it take to break those habits I once developed?
Getting used to being alone with you being lonely with you not talking. Stand with you on the hillside and watch the weeds spread into the sea like a relic.
Accompany you in the Ferris wheel drifting through round and round. Running with you in the rain.
Flying kite after kite with you in the empty, deserted playground. Some of them have been flying. Some broke their strings and fell into the sea of people.
Those habits that were once cultivated are like patterns branded on the body.
They say it hurts to wash off the tattoos. Well, it hurts to change your habits, too.
I only hope that time is the greatest healer of all.
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Chapter10 You're the one who hears the end of the story
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It was as if the wizards of the world had suddenly raised their hands together, waving gold paint to polish all the years that had once been dark.
He and she stood before us in silence.
The years had not changed their young faces. Just as the years can't take away those dim old days.
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Also: September Ferris Wheel MV.
Small Four auditioned for the song. It doesn't feel as good as the female voice. Maybe not professional. But the melody and lyrics are impeccable. Have time to listen to the original version, forget who sang it, Yan Yue or Fairytale.
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A whole city of lights are closed eyes Ferris wheel alone turn
A whole fall of yellow leaves have fallen out you alone with an umbrella
Two cups of coffee pressed two old photos white slippers red carpet
Two goldfish swimming in a square inch of heaven and earth night is long and the day is short
I'm used to writing letters to you and delivering medicines for you
I'm used to writing letters to you and delivering medicines for you. I used to take pictures of you on the Ferris wheel
I used to stand in line alone, buy tickets alone, be proud of myself, and run around the playground alone
I used to learn how to talk, smile, run, and plant flowers on the balcony
I used to travel alone, carry a backpack alone, be annoyed alone, and draw a sketch of your back alone
It was lonely because of the heartbeats that were pounding out of my chest
I don't know where you are, I don't know where you are. I don't know where you are
Three autumns have passed and I've become brave and the Ferris wheel has gone round three times
Three years of time have covered the mountains and the coast, and the clouds have warmed up and the reeds have become shallow
The four seasons have been staged and the birds have flown over the sunshine and the sky has been high and far away, so please make a wish
The winds from the four sides of the memory remember that year when you gently closed your eyes
I'm used to accompany you in your sadness and in silence, and in the boredom, and in facing the Time is like a carving knife
Also used to be frustrated with you because you were nervous because you were proud because you were proud of yourself
I was used to waiting for the bus with you to listen to the song with you to dance with you to pick out the simple flowers
Also used to be sad because you were sad because you were dim because you were shining because you thought your heart beat like crazy
Recollections are sketches that are burned one by one
Where are you?
I don't know where my heart is
I don't know where my heart is
I don't know where I am.