Jos tämä alkaisi kuulua useammin jokapäiväisessä elämässämme, meillä ihmisinä olisi ehkä vaativampi maku musiikin uskomattomuudesta. Uskon, että musiikki itsessään on niin voimakas, että se voi muuttaa ihmisen tapaa ajatella ja elää. Olisi hienoa mennä baariin, klubiin ja kuunnella tämän tyyppistä musiikkia jonkin aikaa. Koko ympäristö olisi erilainen, se olisi meille uusi maaperä. Jos luulet jonkun tarvitsevan erilaisen tunteen, jaa tämä musiikki hänen kanssaan, jotta hän voi löytää uuden maailman tämän maailman ulkopuolella.
@pppgboom Жыл бұрын
回不去了。真的回不去了。泥路变成砖路了 房子都粉刷了。和我的青春一起埋葬在新篇章下。
@ichenhong4 жыл бұрын
真的很有画面感,想起我爸年轻时骑着自行车载我在小巷子里。
@henrikarmani80153 жыл бұрын
Dunno if anyone gives a shit but if you're bored like me during the covid times you can watch all the latest series on InstaFlixxer. Have been watching with my girlfriend recently :)
@sergiobenton78373 жыл бұрын
@Henrik Armani Yup, I've been watching on InstaFlixxer for since november myself :D
A few faded photos Seems to bring me a little nostalgia Hot noodle soup sold by Grandpa at the end of the alley The smell permeates the old backyard Stray cat sleeping soundly on a swing The setting sun shined again and he stared That postcard from the same table Lying quietly inside the desk Spring is almost over There are also door curtains with carved patterns On both sides of the long narrow aisle Smoke is still rising from the old house Just finished the light rain season The old street where parents walked together again I can't remember which day of the year Very long and very short time Can't go back now A scene that has long since passed The ticket in my hand that is gradually blurred Become a signal of memory I don't know what I can't forget Can't remember what it looked like back then I can't see where I can't go Maybe the tone of the old street belongs to my sadness The smile at the corner of the mouth is getting more and more reluctant I don't know what I can't forget Can't let go of familiar fragments Looking back, it’s been many years Looking at the sky through my fingers I went back to that old street Leaning on your side and drifting away Spring is almost over There are also door curtains with carved patterns On both sides of the long narrow aisle Smoke is still rising from the old house Just finished the light rain season The old street where parents walked together again I can't remember which day of the year Very long and very short time Can't go back now A scene that has long since passed The ticket in my hand that is gradually blurred Become a signal of memory I don't know what I can't forget Can't remember what it looked like back then I can't see where I can't go Maybe the tone of the old street belongs to my sadness The smile at the corner of the mouth is getting more and more reluctant I don't know what I can't forget Can't let go of familiar fragments Looking back, it’s been many years Looking at the sky through my fingers I went back to that old street Leaning on your side and drifting away
@tianyuluan4635 Жыл бұрын
My humble opinion: I can't remember which day of the year -> I can't remember which day of which year I can't see where I can't go -> A place I can't see and go. Maybe the tone of the old street belongs to my sadness -> Maybe the tone of the old street is a sadness that belongs to me. I went back to that old street -> brings me back to that old street.