Long time no contact.
Looking back, the road ahead is longer. What's the next sentence?
Looking back, the road ahead is longer.
Turn around. We got here first.
What do you mean by suddenly looking back at passers-by
Looking back on my life, everyone who accompanied me became a stranger. It embodies the meaning that the world is cold and human feelings are warm and cold.
What's the name of the song with lingering lyrics?
Song title: When the cuckoo sings [4'39]
Singer's name: Xie Ming
Album name:
When cuckoo sings, she writes lyrics: Cheng Yihao composes: Yin Qing sings: When I sing, I go back to my hometown to find a seed. It was buried at the crossroads of my childhood. It is the mother's hard sweat that watered its spring and autumn. My childhood footprints are deep and shallow. I learned to walk around. I carry the seeds of my childhood dreams. I miss boats in my hometown river. Cuckoo sings her mother's song with me gently. When the cuckoo sang, I came to the bridge in my hometown to look for my mother's song. The boat hidden in the river is my mother's curved arm, shaking the footsteps of my childhood in the spring and autumn, and I am trying to move forward in the wind and rain. I carry the seeds of my childhood dreams. I miss the boat in my hometown river, the cuckoo sings my mother's song gently, and with my young river, I carry my childhood dream. My dear seed, I miss the boat in my hometown river, and the cuckoo sings her mother's song gently, accompanied by my young river flowing leisurely.
Title: If I were a vagrant [4'46]
Singer's name: River Map
Album name:
If I were a vagabond, I would sing: River Map Lyrics: Walter Irvine Composed: River Map Arranging: River Map Mixing: River Map Lyrics Editor: The Days We Walked Together QQ: 87933437 1 Walking side by side with you by the unknown river, holding hands and dragging the moonlight, stepping on the road ahead, two quiet shadows staggered into a whole thick ink at night. On that day, I was alone in the castle, looking at the ten-mile fortress, and the king's rivers and lakes were like stagnant water. Only you seem to travel around the world in shock. Although you have seen so many people, no one is similar to me. You and I once looked at each other silently in ordinary streets and lanes, and that glance condensed into fireworks. The gentlest spring heater in the world was wrinkled by a gust of wind, and the sunset melted gold. You and my sleeve have been brewing for a lifetime in an instant. Eighteen years later, in the spring, I sat in the courtyard of the atrium and watched the sunset fall on your hair. Looking back, three thousand years have passed. Only then did I know that if I were a wanderer, you would sleep next to the earth. Put the soft red in your heart. The horizon in your drunken dream is farther than the distance. Memories are like fireflies and butterflies. You and I have been silently looking at each other in ordinary streets and lanes. That glance is the gentlest spring water heating in the world. It was wrinkled by a gust of wind, and the sunset melted the gold. In a short moment, you and I have brewed a long and mellow life. The vast sea of people is like a stream of ruins, holding hands silently, and that moment has burned in memory for many years. How many stories have been lightly dyed by streamers and sung in the long mouth of the workshop?
the meaning of
A thousand dollars is hard to buy. Looking back, the time of reversal can't be saved.
Generally speaking, money can't buy back lost time, and the past time can't go back.
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm a ghost with a face, and I've come a long way. Looking back, I was empty. I broke the boat and floated across the sea, facing the lonely city. I still remember that I was kind in the past and hated water.
From "Dragon" written by Jiangnan
-Jiangnan "Dragon 3 Dark Moon Tide"
3 Minamoto Chime sings when playing Isobel:
Tired, tired, ghost face;
The road has been lost, looking back;
Breaking the boat across the ocean, facing the lonely city;
I still remember saying before that I am kind and hate water.
Tired of this worldly mess, I'm fooling around as a skeleton to see you now. I couldn't see the road when I came, and the past before my death is now empty. I am alone in a broken boat floating on the sea of misery, but I am eager to see you trapped in a lonely city. Everything else in the secular world has been forgotten, except the affection we once had, but it is a great pity that this precious memory will follow Taotao River all the way to the east. . .
If I were a vagrant, I would write lyrics.
If I were a vagrant,
Singing: River Map
Lyrics: Walter Owen
Composer: River Map
Arrangement: river map
Mixed: River Map
Walking side by side with you by the nameless river
Dragging the bright moonlight, walking hand in hand.
The road ahead is long and the night behind is quiet.
The two shadows interweave into a whole thick ink.
That day, I leaned against the castle and looked at the Shili battlements.
This king's rivers and lakes are like stagnant water, and only you are like a shock wave.
Travel to the end of the world, travel to foreign countries.
No one is like me, no matter how many people you read.
You and I used to be at the corner of an ordinary street.
Glimpses and dark silent eye contact.
And that look.
Condense the gentlest fireworks in the world.
Chunjiang plumbing was wrinkled by a gust of wind.
The setting sun melts gold and dyes your sleeves red.
wait a moment
Brewing is as long and mellow as life.
Eighteen years later, in the spring, I was sitting in the courtyard of the atrium.
Watch the sunset shine on your hair and eyebrows.
Looking back, three thousand years have passed.
I know that if I am a wanderer, you are human.
That day, I slept on the floor under the Milky Way.
Put soft red on the apex of your heart.
The horizon in a drunken dream is farther than the distance.
Memories are like butterflies, eternal.
You and I used to be at the corner of an ordinary street.
Glimpses and dark silent eye contact.
And that look.
Condense the gentlest fireworks in the world.
Chunjiang plumbing was wrinkled by a gust of wind.
The setting sun melts gold and dyes your sleeves red.
wait a moment
Brewing is as long and mellow as life.
You and I are in a sea of people.
Holding hands silently in the flames of ruins
That moment
Boiling in memory for many years.
How many stories have been faded by streamers?
Be told slowly.
Knock on sandalwood boards
There are twists and turns in the opera.
When will the world stop? Busy life, the future is like a dream, just for the breath at that time. Looking back, how bitter it is, can you regret it? "
This is a wonderful quotation from The Legend of the Seven Realms, Volume VI, The Rebirth of the Demon Emperor.