Love of the Year is a song written by Gu Jiahui and sung by Leslie Cheung. The song is divided into two versions, Cantonese and Mandarin. The Cantonese version, written by James J.S.Wong, was included in the album Leslie Cheung released in Leslie Cheung on June 1986 10. Mandarin version, written by Zhan Demao, included in the album Love released by1October 25th in Leslie Cheung 1987. The Cantonese version of the song is the theme song of the movie Hero.
The lyrics of this song use the long and short sentence patterns of China's classical poems, which are elegant and cordial, while Wen Xiu is simple. Melody is like soft words, falling rocks are moved, and simplicity and rising complement each other. The contrast of AB segment structure and the basic characteristics of slow rock rhythm are closely combined with the movie plot and lyrics. The masterstroke of orchestration lies in the use of harmonica timbre, which vividly shows the vicissitudes of rivers and lakes.
The Mandarin Lyrics of One Year's Love
Laugh softly for me and send warmth.
With my continuous and intensive thoughts
Love is endless, and a hero lives in blowing in the wind.
Go home or walk silently alone
The voice gently asks for smoke and water, and tenderness cannot wake up.
How many years, how many worries.
The road is drifting, and the smoke and rain can't cover it.
Sigh the endless years in the rivers and lakes
Holding you in a hurry, the past can't be told.
Good dreams are hard to get rid of, but worrying about wine is easy to wake up.
Recalling the past, I feel gloomy.
The memory of a year in the wind has disappeared.
Holding you is like a dream.
The reunion is unbearable, and the past is speechless.
Looking back several times, drinking floating dust alone.
In those days, love turned into a mass of tears.
The sound gently calls for smoke and water, but the tenderness does not wake up.
How many years, how many worries.
The road is drifting, and the smoke and rain can't cover it.
Sigh the endless years in the rivers and lakes
Holding you in a hurry, the past can't be told.
Good dreams are hard to get rid of, but worrying about wine is easy to wake up.
Recalling the past, I feel gloomy.
The memory of a year in the wind has disappeared.
Holding you is like a dream.
The reunion is unbearable, and the past is speechless.
Looking back several times, drinking floating dust alone.
In those days, love turned into a mass of tears.