My memory of my childhood is a mix of scents, colors and sounds; and the cool feeling from the shade of that willow tree outside that si-he-yuan house when I waked up in the court from a deep afternoon nap in that peaceful summer day.
The color of those red bricks of the old building, the scattered images of sunshine and blue sky sneaked through the leaves, the smells of tuberose's scents that was slowly taking over the yard, and the old low-fi music from that old Am radio.
I love that feeling so much, I always want to go back to that moment since. Sometime, I feared that those memories will eventually fade on me. Simply, that is my only memory of that place I called home. My later life was far far away from home when I was just a preschooler. So, that is pretty much all I have.
Well, after finishing this album of music pieces. I knew I sort of find a way to keep that feeling forever in my pocket. These songs have no purpose, no chase of profit and fame, no ambitions, no judgement, no comparison, no nothing, They are simply reflections of those scents, colors and sounds that remind me I was from that place I called home.
参赛。不过是旧专辑。
My fantasy is to find a way home
My memory of my childhood is a mix of scents, colors and sounds; and the cool feeling from the shade of that willow tree outside that si-he-yuan house when I waked up in the court from a deep afternoon nap in that peaceful summer day.
The color of those red bricks of the old building, the scattered images of sunshine and blue sky sneaked through the leaves, the smells of tuberose's scents that was slowly taking over the yard, and the old low-fi music from that old Am radio.
I love that feeling so much, I always want to go back to that moment since. Sometime, I feared that those memories will eventually fade on me. Simply, that is my only memory of that place I called home. My later life was far far away from home when I was just a preschooler. So, that is pretty much all I have.
Well, after finishing this album of music pieces. I knew I sort of find a way to keep that feeling forever in my pocket. These songs have no purpose, no chase of profit and fame, no ambitions, no judgement, no comparison, no nothing, They are simply reflections of those scents, colors and sounds that remind me I was from that place I called home.
白日梦
树荫禅
夜来香
盛夏
旧光阴
"Guess how much we love you-:))..
(-to parady a British-Australian Kids Show-.
Good job-:))..
太喜欢这个感觉，为此，我把每首音乐在半梦半醒的感觉中，都又听了一遍，
在我这个不沾酒的人这里，
你的音乐让我沉沦沉醉不愿醒，在各种小号，鼓声中，清泉声，知了声，蛙声中，
感觉到各种scents，colors，sounds，
忘却了各种烦恼：）
我需要把音乐捡起来了
等着你唱英文歌
it interesting that your cherished home, the si-he-yuan, is made of red brick. Must have been beautiful.
金爷语: 我这细皮嫩肉儿的,出了被窝儿进被窝儿的主儿