A faded photo seems to bring me a trace of nostalgia.
The hot noodle soup sold by the old man in the alley smells like the old backyard.
The stray cat was sleeping soundly on the swing, and the sunset shone on his eyes.
Postcards sent by my deskmate lie quietly in the desk.
Spring is coming to an end, and there are carved door curtains.
On both sides of the narrow long corridor, there is still smoke rising from the old house.
Just after the rainy season, my parents walked through the old street together.
I can't remember which day of the year, very long and short years.
I can't go back now, the time has passed.
The ticket that gradually blurred in my hand became a signal of memory.
I don't know what I can't forget, nor do I remember what it was like.
Where you can't see or go.
Maybe the tone of the old street belongs to my sadness.
The smile on the corners of the mouth is more and more reluctant.
I don't know what I can't forget.
It's been many years, and I can't let go of the familiar fragments. Look back.
Looking at the sky through my fingers, I returned to the old street.
Leaning beside you, drifting away.
Song appreciation:
As far as the artistic conception of the lyrics is concerned, from "The hot noodle soup sold by the old man in the alley is filled with the old backyard" in "Old Street" to "The stars are twinkling and Xiao Huang is dreaming" in "Xiao Huang", all of them take tenderness as the theme, which brings us a lot of feelings.
Lyrics, easy to understand. The seemingly simple words such as "noodle soup", "cooking smoke", "street corner" and "sky" bring us romantic and warm artistic conception, presenting many touching scenes in front of us and a picture in our hearts, which makes people memorable.
Ronghao Li's "Old Street", the whole MV is 3 minutes and 25 seconds long, and the whole video is mainly in gray series, with street videos and pictures in the 1980s as the background. The whole video shows a touch of sadness, which reflects the theme of the song. In the background of dark series, people have a little sadness and nostalgia for old streets, old lanes and old teahouses.