There's a song I forgot the name of, like Love Drift? Why can't I find it?

The disk "Hidden" should be written by him

[Song introduction]

Guo Jingming music novel "Hidden"

Where is your youth? Where is your dream?

The 2005 youth event, enthusiastically burning the whole summer.

Teenage writer Guo Jingming, a cross-cultural music producer, 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 who has nothing to lose.

[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 outlines 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 placed separately in different grids of the carousel. Anyone 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 to the past along the road.

August - Hachi is the scar of scars

A wounded body will always leave scars. I am not a magical healer like the years, who can heal all the wounds. I'm not as great a creator as God, who can open up the infinite dome of the sky You still want him very much. 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 are not able to find the date they are supposed to appear. 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 wither. 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 that starts

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 sunset 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 kisses you hide in the corners of your mouth? Peter Pan's fairy tale says that those kisses hidden in the corners of your 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 trade with you. But blood and bones. Nerves and skin. Thick fleece in a thick cotton shirt. Two people who clearly have the very quality of being two, and still fall apart when the monsoon winds blow.

February-II is the two without two

Rising winter. Little snow. Great 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 sing 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 again

January:Hidden

Those years drowned in the 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 are still in bloom

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?

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 get 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

My boy learned to pamper

My boy learned to pamper

My boy learned to pamper <

The pranks he loved Can't think of them anymore

Who's the girl who took off her blue hairband

Still cries when I see an old movie

In nineteen nineteen-nine I can't keep my eyes open

In nineteen nineteen-nine There's no one left

In In nineteen ninety-nine My heart won't open

In nineteen ninety-nine Who's left behind alone

Once we held hands and said we'd spend the rest of our lives traveling

In nineteen ninety-nine I can't open my eyes

In nineteen ninety-nine

In nineteen ninety-nine No one stays

In nineteen ninety-nine My heart won't open

In nineteen ninety-nine Who's left alone

A lifetime of traveling Has the dream woken up yet

La...la... ...

la ......

Two months.

Monologue: I remember what she used to say ......

I remember what she used to say

A world of one

Quiet enough to hear the flowers bloom

She also used to ask

How long would it take

before someone listened 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 together, 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 through

How many blanks are there in life, how much of the crossword puzzle I've been born with, I was born stupid and can't fill it in

How many people exist in the future? There is a kind of happiness I was born alone and can't wait

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

Once upon a time past, now present, and future, the sea of life is full of surprises

Then at this time and now, three years and five years, there is a firefly, a lot of playing hide-and-seek, and then I lose and come back again

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 exist in the future, how many happinesses can't be waited for by my inherent loneliness

How many kinds of lonely dialogues, how many lines are forgotten, how many lines are opened but can't be uttered

How many angels are there in the heavenly realm?

How many angels are there in the sky who look up and can't see the feathers falling

Back and away and never coming back We wait, we're disappointed, and we wait again

Summer, winter, summer, and then summer again, and then the phone is turned off, and then it's never turned back 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 as we grow older

we can no longer recall those

sleepless nights because of our thoughts. March:Between you and me

Sunny days, the light is his white shirt

Cloudy days, the clouds are his old bookmark

His face is my weather station

Between the notes, on the back of the exam paper, is your smiley face

The icebreaker is stranded in your dimples

The basalt is the side of your face

Your eyes are like the side of your face

Your eyes are like the side of your face

Your eyes are like the side of your face

Your eyes are like the side of your body

Your eyes are like the side of your body

lalala......

The zoo, I love the monkeys making faces

The botanical gardens are quiet and you are silent

The amusement park, I am standing on top of the Ferris wheel with you

You suddenly turn to smile and say that the angels are on top

You are on the left side and happiness stops on the right side

Between you and me, is the summer of the year which never grows old

The clouds are on top of it, and that blue sky

Between the sky and the earth, there is a love that I have hidden in my heart

Life-long love can never be finished

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 the top of the stage, the performance is noteworthy

Between the hands and the feet, happiness melts away like candy

Blurring my vision

Wrecking moon.

Monologue: 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 dark and safe place

April:Fools

April Fool's Day is here again, are you still laughing at me

Following the angels, I always see your face

Paper airplanes fly as high as they used to be

Winter, summer, sunny, cloudy, and the time has gone by

Paper airplanes are filled with thoughts

I don't want the angels to land by my side

The paper airplanes have been flying in circles, and then they come back to the front of me

Inside the photo, the cell phone and the cell phone, the paper airplanes are all filled with thoughts.

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 and never close

May:Love Plaza

Eyes break wide open and your smile is like the sea

The windows and doors are open and you're waiting under the trees

The buttons on your uniform fall off

It's in my hands that I can't let go

The psyche is shining softly

That's your smiling eyes

You're looking at the sunset

Like the scent of flowers

Like this, I'm leaning on your shoulder

Northern Star is pointing in the wrong direction. I'm swaying in the wrong direction

Like this, I'm gazing at your face

Drawing the shape of happiness

Love Square never closes

Ears are open, your heartbeat is like a pendulum

The lights are on, I'm slowly walking onto the stage

Lying on you, I'm rocking on your bike

Wishing that the clock would stop

The soft wings grow behind me 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, the lights are shining brightly

Just like this, close your eyes and imagine

Guessing what this happiness looks like over and over and over again

This is how it is to be leaning against your shoulder

This is how it is to be leaning against your shoulder

This is how it is to be leaning against your shoulder

The North Star is pointing in the wrong direction, shaking

Like this, gazing at your face

Drawing the shape of happiness

Love Square is not closed

Lu Yue.

Monologue: Those Unspeakable Words ......

Those Unspeakable Words

Those Unsaid Stories

Let Him Forget It

June:Him and Her

Watching him stand under the tree and wait for her, and hearing her spouting off to him saying

It's like seeing a movie, a fairy tale of happiness and perfection

It's like seeing a story, pure white and transparently silly

What's wrong with you, all of a sudden, you're saying silly things

I heard that he planted white plum blossoms for her

I heard that she wore her hair long for him

Why am I afraid, afraid of being alone all these years

How can I not struggle?

How can I not struggle, struggle to hold on to him

Forget it, let her say stupid things

Remember he likes green tea in the summer

Have talked to him on the phone with him late at night

Will he and she be happy, like the perfect fairy tale

What will happen to him and to me, can anyone tell me

I'm not a fool, I love him just the same

Meeting him, he already has a woman with him

When I met him, I saw her.

The wind is blowing, the cold wind is telling him the truth: I envy her

Seven months.

Monologue: Memories of a hot summer

Memories of a hot summer

They all say 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

The amusement park is closed the colorful lights off

Happiness is viewed sadness wandering

The toy soldiers are quiet and look at the skylight

Today's frustration and tomorrow's what

The wind is blowing in the playground and the children are dispersing

The noisy theater and the movie are off the air

I'm left standing by myself in the old playground

Pick up the kite and fly it slowly

You and she are sitting slowly by my side

We All sat beside happiness

Your drift bottles drifted ashore

All drifted to the beach of my sadness

Happiness and sadness sat on both sides of me

I sat in the shadows of time

White lines drawn by childhood hopscotch

Who's lonely smile I'm pointing at now

Yaohuang - their drift bottles

Back to the old playground to look at the old playground and see the drift bottles

It was a great pleasure for me to see you all.

Only one person listening to the headphones ringing

Shadows playing 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

The Day of the Downpour, Under the Downpour

You've Held an Umbrella for Me

The Big Dipper Points South

The Day of the Wind and the Snow, The Day of the Blazing Sun

Horizon, Floating Clouds Floating to the Shore

In a Flash, 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 the room

Photos taken three years ago

Sunset in front of the window, disappeared

Lights dimmed, music slowed down

Ten years later, ten years before

Ten years after the show, the sun shines in front of the window, disappeared

Lighting dimmed, music slowed down

The sun shined in front of the window, disappeared. Ten years later, ten years ago

Everything has changed

Behind the back of the chair, before the number

Old movie down, new movie up

The mystery is not yet finished

Jiu Yue.

Monologue: 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 day

which never came.

September: Ferris Wheel

A whole city's lights are closed, and the Ferris Wheel spins alone

A whole autumn's yellow leaves have fallen, and you're alone with your umbrella

Two cups of coffee pressed against two old photographs, white slippers and a red carpet

Two goldfish swim in a square inch of space

The night is long, and the day is short

I'm used to writing letters and taking pictures and going up on the Ferris Wheel with you. I used to stand in line alone, buy tickets alone, be proud of myself, run around the playground alone

I used to talk like you, smile like you, run like you, plant flowers on your balcony

I used to travel like you, backpack like you, chafe like you, sketch like you

Loneliness is the heartbeat, the sound of the heartbeat

You're there, I don't know

You're there.

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 were played out, the birds flew across the sun line, the sky was high and far away, please make a wish

The winds came from every direction and I remembered the year when you closed your eyes gently

I am used to be with you in your sadness, in your silence, in your boredom, in the face of the world.

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

I used to be sad with you, dark with you, and shiny with you, because your heart was beating so hard

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

The 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, over the sea, the paper airplanes couldn't fly

We were separated and scattered in all the world

Time flowed in my heart. I played hide-and-seek with you

The playground of happiness is lit up

Old photos are put in frames

The ideals of my youth were soaring, and I carried my sorrows on my shoulders

Illuminating the bleakness of the road ahead with a smile

Resisting the winds and frosts of the road ahead with an embrace

Have you ever heard the saddest song ever sung

Repeated endlessly in the night

Who has ever sung that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song?

Who ever sang the song I wrote

To stir up the emotions like weeds on the hillside Time flows 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

Lighting up the road with a smile

Resisting the winds of the way there by embracing it.

lalala......

[About the people I know]

Lonely Yan Yue:

A lonely and quiet girl who feels panicked when she comes into contact with strangers!

Because of her hobby of reading books, she meets 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 been quietly waiting by her side.

I hope that one day Tong Painting can turn around and see him behind her, however, he is always waiting in the darkness ......

Chapter01 I am a storyteller

......

Some things stay engraved inside the brain. Unfolding all the thousands of grooves of the brain and flattening them out like a giant sheet of paper,

It's densely packed with plots and lines. There are many times, many places, many people,

that I could tell this 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.

......

chapter02 Yan Yue is the lonely one

......

There is a passage in it that says loneliness is like a knife without an open blade, the dull, heavy cut on the neck goes back and forth with the light years,

issuing a pain that is not too light, not too heavy, not too sharp, 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 trying to grow a whole world.

Just like I'm used to standing in line alone to buy 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.

......

Chapter03 Child's paintings are happy and naive people

......

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.

......

Chapter04 Jongseong is like a fool

......

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?

......

Chapter05 They're Two People

......

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.

......

Chapter06 Yan Yue is the third person

......

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.

......

Chapter07 Yao Wang is the sad one

......

I love that movie All About Lily Chou-Chou.

I love Yuichi Renmi 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.

......

Chapter08 Zhongcheng is someone you can see when you turn around

......

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 songs we'd newly fallen in love with at the time.

The movie 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.

......

Chapter09 Child's paintings are people looking out over the Ferris wheel

......

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. Standing with you on the hillside watching 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.

......

Chapter10 You're the one who hears the end of the story

......

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 dull.

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.

......

Also: September Ferris Wheel MV.

Small Four auditioned for the song. Didn't feel as good as the female voice. Probably 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.

mms://vod.tom.com/music/0508/jiuyuemtl.wmv

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A whole city's lights close their eyes the Ferris wheel turns alone

A whole autumn's yellow leaves have fallen out you're alone with your umbrella

Two cups of coffee pressed against two old photos White slippers on a red carpet

Two goldfish swimming in a square inch of heaven and earth, the night is long and the day is short

I used to write letters to you, deliver your medicines, take pictures of you, and follow you on the Ferris wheel

I used to queue up alone, buy tickets alone, be proud of myself, and run around the playground alone

I used to learn to talk like you, to smile like you, to run like you, and to plant plants and flowers on the terrace

I used to learn to speak like you, to smile like you, to run like you

I used to travel alone, to backpack alone, and to plant plants and flowers on the terrace.

The wind in all directions remembers the year you gently closed your eyes

I used to be sad with you, silent with you, bored with you, facing the time as a knife

I also used to be frustrated with you, nervous with you, proud of you, because you were proud of yourself

I used to be waiting for a bus with you, listening to a song with you, dancing with you, picking out the simple flowers

I also used to be sad with you, gloomy with you, shining with you, thinking that you are the only one who can make a wish

There are also many other things I used to do, but I am not sure what they are.

Memories are sketches burned one by one

Where you are I don't know

Where the heart is I don't know

The Incomplete Chronicles of the Post-80s

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