I admire the man who wrote the lyric. It does not go with the usual format. Every word is from the heart and it is very moving!! I wonder if he has written any other songs.
@user-ve9rc9zq9o
5 жыл бұрын
問世間情是何物? 只叫人生死相許!
@naoya0711
4 жыл бұрын
當年的女神ㄚ........................
@samhonleung1767
7 ай бұрын
👍👍👍
@DanielOliveira-uy1fj
4 жыл бұрын
The profound Amalgam of the colors and shades, in evocative perspective, of lines and contrasts, of an inspired painting, is the symbiosis, poetic soul, of the artist with nature, in the creation and composition, of the metabolism of a work of art! A pain translates a pain, and a pain is hieroglyph of a pain! Who put derogatory wallpaper in the realities of heaven? The Man of words is composing, a love song, only with musical notes, rapturous , of the score, of the sadness of the soul! My life is in the guillotine of the revolution of feelings! So live the democratic republic of popping and sincere kisses! Why do women kill love in my heart? Why does love insist on resurrecting in my heart, and believing in a new passion, and a new, joyous and idyllic relationship? The woman with black hair has the sky, starry in her soul, because the night has painted, her hair, of pleiad and constellations! The Elegy has a ball of linen yarn of mourning cambric that measures the sadness of death! And the mourning cambral linen threads weave the embroidery with crochet hooks, the verses of poetic composition! The Figaros of my youth, from the verses of poetry, died of poetical hunger! The poetic sturgeon, stunned and astonished, swims in the voluptuous and spicy Slavonic gastronomy of the poetry verses! The poetic anchorite, isolated from social relations, is the hypocritical religious, from the heart of the human being! The Female anatomy is tuned to the cadence and libido of the graceful movement of planetary stars! Poetic apostrophes are the sunny banister of literature! Sunbeam horses gallop on the blue carpets of the sky's bliss @@@ ZZZ
The orchestral rhetoric of words, of the poet's lips, is the eloquence that comes from the auricles, of the feelings of the heart; and is verbalized, in the fire of the tear of the soul of Love! The poetic city areopagus is agora the clamor of the poetry verses! The Man of Poetry holds the chlamys of solitude, ! connected and secure, by the brooch of Love!, Paradise lost, got lost in the exegesis of the verses! The exaggeration of poetic grasshoppers is antithesis, of hope in the grass! Snowflakes, is the bridal wreath, of winter ode! Love is a blazing blazon burning in the soul of the Man of words! Love is a poetic verb, transitive direct from the verses, conjugated in the heart. of all the languages of love! On the wings of moonlight, the fairy of the eternal smile, appeared to me, in the starry night, with bright kisses! Moreover, in the epitalamium of the telluric glow of daisies, In the light of the magnolias, in the yellow topaz, my blue Princess celebrates life! The verses of poetry is the tailor of the soul of the heart! The watchman of the paper tower, stands in the skylight of the libraries, in the rain, of poetic letters, watching. the geography, and the topography, of the inward curves, and the outward curves! Nacre shells, sing, and tell, sea love stories @@@ ZZZ
where .... I ever heard this song??? especially the opening instrumental, can it be played by bamboo? I mean it's not like a bamboo flute, and the original rhythm is also very sad ??? a story for you, PART 6. remember my black cat, one day there was a big wasp flying in front of my house, very big and colorful tails. When I went up to the third floor of my house, I saw that the wasp turns out already was there too. I let it go, but soon my black cat caught it. I scolded her (although it seemed to me (only appear in my mind) that the wasp was dangerous for me), but I prevented it. a few moments later, the wasp was in his mouth, I wanted to pull my cat, I was afraid she would be stung by a wasp's tail. she drops the wasp and bites it, very quickly, the wasp dies. I wanted to take the wasp, but my legs hurt so much, my black cat swallowed the wasp. late, the next day I see my black cat is a bit strange. I laughed while grumbling, I told you not to attack, let it be. she said nothing, I watched her but did nothing, because I wanted to see her condition. she was like exhausted, I stroked her head and laughed. the next day she had recovered somewhat, I laughed and said you were great. she was very happy, but finally, my black cat disappeared. like my ANGORA cat (male), who his eyes can turn orange, who had disappeared, BILLY his name. once, in the past when my wife ever locked the door, I heard her outside the house, I was in the second-floor room, but I also felt almost died, so I said in my heart to her, just calm down, the bad news, we are both dead together. the next day, I woke up, my wife opened a shop, she had entered the house. I laughed seeing it.
@raymondha8516
4 жыл бұрын
why not? bamboo flute is nice.. i found someone upload here: kzitem.info/news/bejne/0qBsqKVphaObeYo
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