Title: I can also be a wandering poet team.
Lyrics: Wang Yueyang
Composer: Good Sisters Band
Singing: Good Sisters Band
Big city, ego.
Walk slowly in a small time.
How long did Slow Rhythm wake up again?
In this wind, in this wind
Golden moon, black night sky
A black trench coat covered me.
A noisy city, pedestrians in a hurry
Wandering in the south, singing in the south.
Then let's go.
Who knows what will happen ahead?
Then let's go.
Living there has the same scenery.
Then let's go.
Don't forget to bring your guitar and sad shells.
probably
I can also be a bard.
probably
I can also be a wandering poet.
Golden moon, black night sky
A black trench coat covered me.
A noisy city, pedestrians in a hurry
Wandering in the south, singing in the south.
Then let's go.
Who knows what will happen ahead?
Then let's go.
Living there has the same scenery.
Then let's go.
Don't forget to bring your guitar and sad shells.
probably
I can also be a bard.
Then let's go.
Who knows what will happen ahead?
Then let's go.
Living there has the same scenery.
Then let's go.
Don't forget to bring your guitar and sad shells.
probably
I can also be a bard.
probably
I can also be a wandering poet.
Extended data
"I can also be a wandering poet" is a folk song released by the good sister band on 20 15-07-22. This song is included in the album Amitabha, a child's wish.
Song background:
I think maybe everything can't be separated from one sentence. Meeting people coming and going in the world is a kind of fate; Whose children and parents are blood relatives; A person who has been together for a lifetime is marriage. Da Bing told me that children in Wang Yueyang also like to listen to the songs of his sister's band. It is also a little fate that we actually met in a certain time and space.
It was the night of a performance abroad, and Da Bing suddenly said there was something he wanted me to see. After reading the article he sent me and the lyrics left by Wang Yueyang, my heart was moved. I picked up my guitar and wrote the song "I can also be a wandering poet" in less than half an hour.
I don't think this should and can't be a sad song. A boy of 16 years old, so optimistic and beautiful, belongs to him. His songs should be as light as the wind and as chic as the clouds.
You said you wanted to be a wandering poet. Who wouldn't? Now that you are in another world, you may really become a free soul. This song is for you and for myself. Thank you for our shallow fate.