1. Tonight
Tonight, whose voice echoes clear in your dreams?
Who sculpted sour tears into dewdrops under your window?
When the crystal of the heart is frozen into ice, when the youthful face is gradually emaciated, who is still doing the insistence of waiting for the rabbit?
Who did you meet in the first bright?
The tide of sadness roams over the layers of longing, the wet heart will still have persistent enthusiasm?
The fresh heart is frozen into a pale specimen, do you still remember that once transparent?
Within the distance of a stone's throw, did my gently fluctuating heartstrings ever reach your dreams?
Which station am I in the wind and dust?
Is it possible to kill your thoughts by forgetting them?
2. Who
Who is it that wanders in the long years?
Who is the lamp that penetrates the darkness?
3. Quiet
A
I love to be quiet and I love to laugh.
I'm always walking and staying, I've come a long way, and there's a long way to go on.
I stay not just because the scenery suits my breath.
It's because I'm tired and I need a little break to relive my dreams.
Dreams aren't far away, and I'm always trying to reach them.
B
Everything is quiet in my eyes, like the long, tall steps.
I love these steps, slowly going up them, counting them in my mind.
When I read a certain number, I would encounter a smile without realizing it.
C
Always paying back the karma owed in a previous life, in exchange for the present rubbing shoulders, perhaps we always owe too much.
Paying off the debt of the previous life in this life, and then starting all over again in the next.
Karma sounds subtle.
I like it. I love the beauty of distance in everything that seems near and far, and I love the beauty of distance.
I love standing face to face, looking away from each other, not saying a word, but knowing and feeling each other's breath.
I love the quiet. I like it quietly.
4. Dusk
The sky here always changes from time to time.
I can watch a cloud come lazily from there and lazily drift to the other side.
And guess what it will become next.
A tree a cow or even a nice big spaceship.
Look at the evening sun at dusk. Layer upon layer of tinted shades.
It's the feeling of a gradient of colors.
It looks like some kid who was doodling accidentally spilled his watercolor paint.
Mixed together in the water it slowly takes on a marvelous transformation.
When all the paints were mixed together, the sky turned a dark purple.
Then. Night came.
Coming from the distant green hills.
Walking through woods and rivers and houses with blue and red roofs came to me.
Her steps were as light as a lover's.
Breathe y.
Slice One Piety
I am a very pious child, I call myself a child because I long to grow up and to love.
I kept praying for myself to grow up fast.
When I pray, I like to close my eyes, put my palms together and clasp my fingers together.
Over and over again, I ask the angels to shine a halo over my head, I ask the angels to sing a song and take me on a flight,
I suddenly remembered, is it possible that when it snows in the city,
my love will fall like snowflakes, melt in my cold palms,
melt in my blood,
warm my whole body.
Piece of flower a smile
Karma is subtle, there are angels in favor of you.
Angels like to wear white clothes, spread their wings, sing softly, drop tears softly and laugh softly.
I like the beauty of distance, I like to stand face to face and look away from each other, without saying a word but know each other by heart, feel each other's breath.
I am me, he is him, follow me this best distance that connects us.
One day we will walk once more into an auditorium of angelic music, angels singing to us, dressed in white.
He and I will hold hands and pray for love.
It didn't snow in this city, but the sunshine in this city was as warm and clean as the snow.
The sun always shines on us,
because we have smiles.
Katana Angel and Dolphin Full Version
The angel likes to travel with her loneliness, skimming over those landscapes, there is a sense of cold flow in the body,
as if in front of the eyes of a beautiful castle, obviously able to feel the warmth,
reaching out and touching it, but still unguarded by such cold sting.
The dolphin loved the blue sea, deep and penetrating, the dolphin was excited by the water very painful look, pain behind the look, seems to hide a vague smile. As if the moon reflected in the dark water.
Angels don't know the beauty of blue because they have lived in heaven too long and ignored the color of the sky.
Some things are in the air.
Blue stands for love, and the angels saw the wind like a million silver needles in a rush backwards, flying forward instigating what seemed like a dolphin flopping `and jumping.
In an instant, everything was calm.
Angels have to trade tears for a chance at love.
As the dolphin is tossed up once more, it sees the white of the sky, fluttering in quiet flight. A layer of crystalline, solidified droplets, along with the black water, gushing `shimmering quietly, were the tears of angels.
Angel's feathers fall one by one. Helene said that the feathers of the angels were life was all the power they had for one reincarnation
When they were in the dissipation of the aura of life, the feathers fell off one by one, and it was a heartbreaking pain.
The angel was clearly smiling, an angelic smile that Dolphin had not seen before.
One at a time, the dolphin swam to the waves, trying to burrow out of the water.
The angel always went flying with great speed,
They were exploring each other.
Katana Angel and Dolphin Short Version
The angel likes to travel with her loneliness, skimming over those landscapes, there is a sense of cold flow in the body,
as if in front of the eyes of a beautiful castle, obviously can feel the warmth,
reaching out and touching it, but still defenselessly turned into such a cold stabbing pain.
The dolphin loved the blue sea, deep and penetrating,
The dolphin was irritated by the water very painful look, pain behind the look, seems to hide a vague smile.
As if the moon was reflected in the dark water.
Angels don't know the beauty of blue because they have lived in heaven too long and ignored the color of the sky.
Some things are in the air.
Blue stands for love, and the angels saw the wind like a million silver needles in a rush backwards, flying forward instigating what seemed like a dolphin flopping `and jumping.
In an instant, all was calm.
Credits - Starlight Song Version
-- Night alternates with sunlight, and neon blooms silently with beauty
Who is singing memories for whom? Who is accompanying me to watch the morning sunlight
There is a sound that passes through the night sky
The sleepless hearts
are strung together
A sound that travels through the millennia of hesitation to rub the night together
A voice that crumbles the night. .
Who is blinded by the sands in the winds of life, unable to find his way home.
The stars are as bright as flowers.
The eagle's figure drowned in drowning in the imagination at times up and down
--Sleepless night in Beijing, unraveling the knot in your heart.
The night has been subdued, it has become a passer-by of time
Hurrying to and fro, I can no longer find the deep and shallow traces of my past
As if the past slipped from the edge of an ancient well
Then it was silent and could not be salvaged
The night is too dark, the wind is blowing, and the wind's end of the night is at an unreachable height
Who will put the dark-reddish-purple flowers in the season's
Let so many dreams
Climb slowly along the spine of the starlight
Yang Chen Version
1. Night is a dream, and you're in it
In the midst of life's speed, I look back and all my memories are instantly transformed into a stream of warmth
Night is a dream, and you're in it
It's a dream, and you're in it
It's going to be infected
Night is a dream, and you're in it
The day is too dark, the wind is blowing, and the wind's end of the night is unreachable.
By day, the curtains are lowered; by night, they are rolled up.
Curtains rise and fall, music dances in the darkness
Suddenly it seems to be still, but it's an uninterrupted flow
Heard someone say
The sound of the night, the beauty of the distortion
City sounds, sleepless nights in Beijing
Still daytime and nighttime, can't do without the music
The days are sunny when it's sad, the night is sensitive
Outer toughness, the night is sensitive.
Tough on the outside, strong on the inside,
Not too demanding on food,
Feelings are not good but not bad, made a lot of friends, fell in love a few times, and have their own hut
Always want to catch the shooting star ......
Mountains are not lonely water is lonely, so the mountains surround that water
The trees are not lonely, so the mountains are not lonely, so the mountains are not lonely.
The trees are not lonely, the birds are lonely, so the birds live in that tree
The dreams are not lonely, the heart is lonely, so the dreams hold that heart
The night is not lonely, the people are lonely, so the people don't cry
The night is not sleepy, the people are not sleepy, and at this moment there is something like a shooting star, tapping quietly on the loneliness of our shoulders
2. Loneliness of Aladdin
3. The winter of the North
4.
4. Love
5. The city streets are gray and black
6. Love in the age of black-and-white light
7. Beijing's hutongs
8. Childhood through the body
9. Thousands of faces of fashion, thousands of flavors
10. Through the flowing water
11. Five o'clock in the morning
12. God favors the capricious child
13. Jasmine
14. When I can hold hands
15. Love grievance
16. Butterfly
17. The child... Old photos
17. Fickleness
18. Yang Zao
19. Little Dragon Lady
20. Written at the end
Li Hong Edition
1. Remembering the Years
I stepped into a strange city, surrounded by unfamiliar crowds, and kept looking at the street sign markers for fear that I would get lost. The sudden bustling colors were like a weird and demonic face that made me panic. My life unfolded in a state of uncertainty. Finally, I began to slowly face this nervousness and panic in my heart, faced with the uncertainty of being caught off guard, faced with the crowds of people, began to know my own warmth, began to walk alone. I have dragged my luggage, facing the rain, like a wounded beast; I have also walked in the darkness in a panic; I have also closed the door behind me gently with indignation. But it's an indestructible life, and you can't ask for more. I hold my sweaty palms, it's a beautiful world, I must remember these years.
2. 05 Wistful 06 Looking for Happiness
2005, sadness, occasionally like the grass spread all over the ground like a crazy attack came. This kind of life is nothing more than the most primitive state. Always let yourself feel some small happiness, to find some small happiness. In the dusk sky, in the sky covered with dusk clouds, looking for happiness. Perhaps, before dawn, happiness will be a little closer to oneself. The morning sun after dawn gradually unfolds its attractive rays, and so, what is to come is to come. Walking through the road, flowing through the mood, the sky after the rain, turning around, an embrace. And the air. For myself. I am still me, alone. Walking on the road of 2005. 2006, please let us meet happiness. 2006, please let us meet happiness.
3. 2006 meets happiness
2006, please let us meet happiness. Meet the first light of the morning, the earliest appearance of the day's delicate soul; meet the morning dewdrops, with a transparent light gauze; meet the morning crisp cuckoo, tell us happy and hope; meet the eight o'clock bright sunrise, show this moment brilliant halo; meet the midday blinding sunlight, taste a kind of invigorating spectacular; meet the afternoon white clouds, with the beauty of letting a person float; more Even more, meet the evening side of the flaming red sunset, filled with intoxicating smile; meet the night bright stars, full of flashing heart fairy tale. There is also, there is, meet you, friend, meet happiness.
4. Warmth
I put my hands in my pockets, this is my way of keeping warm. I'm afraid of the cold that's everywhere, and I need warmth. But I'm going to save it, I'm going to give it to my family, my loved ones, my friends and those whose names I don't know, I'm going to use it to warm up those many winters yet to come, so that people can walk around me and talk and laugh. I was happy with my thoughts. And the warmth came.
5. Don't miss me too much
Sung by: Beijing Sleepless Nights, the last hour and the first hour of every day ...... It's too late now, remember don't miss me too much, little fool, bye~
Liu Yang version
1. daisy
2. hyacinth
3 . . jasmine
4. tulip
5. gardenia
6. water lily
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