"Ideal Thirty"
Lyrics: Tang Yingfeng
Composer: Chen Hongyu
Singer: Chen Hongyu
Lyrics :
A car is coming after the rain, driving through the pale dusk
The old iron plate is driving south, the lover is no longer there
Listen to the poetry radio under the thick smoke< /p>
The emotionless cough, at least it looks like
The way home was still cute, the strings lost their posture
I will never see the child listening to the song that night again
Time monologues in a hurry, grinding the chaos into cassettes
The tired feelings are crushed into years
Just grow old, don’t wake up alone
Your desire to leave is just nowhere to stop
Just sing, narrow your eyes
And the collapse of tears is just the existence of not arriving
Youth is drunk again, in the arms of the unknown
Relying on laughter to waste time, gathering and dispersing generously
Tossing and turning but unable to reach the right platform
If wandering is a sign of growth, you must pass through it
You wake up in the years, the barren future
Like the unfruitful love in the season of regret
Staining every page of poetry, kissing the most painful confession
And when the wind blows here, there is no need to let go
Just grow old and don’t wake up alone
Your desire to leave is just nowhere to stop
Just sing, narrow your eyes
And the collapse of tears is just the existence of not arriving
Just endure sweetly, the stars moisten the window sill
The light and shadow are dancing, as if they are talking about love in sleepiness
No matter how senseless the emotion is, I think I understand
The dream collapses The place is now covered with moss?
Extended information:
In terms of music, this song is soothing with light guitar playing, although it is repetitive, but full of rhythm.
The lyrics are very beautiful and can tell a beautiful love story. Maybe everyone will have an unforgettable love in youth, but in the end they will sadly let go. When the years are gone, the afternoon sunshine Sprinkle it on the desk, it's warm, a cup of coffee, it's moist, and then you pick up the dusty guitar, it's the tenderness of love. Overnight, some stories finally became memories. When I look back suddenly, how can I face the you I once liked?
You have come, walked, and loved, and it’s time for me to wake up. The story is like the rustling autumn wind passing through the young cheeks, scratching, and the young man has turned gray. I didn’t think I could survive this cold winter, but I saw spring peaches, summer lotuses, autumn chrysanthemums and winter plums. Then another year passed and I no longer missed it. When you put down this cup of coffee, and with these thirty years, you squint your eyes filled with time and expect everything to grow old, the loneliness will fall asleep.