歌曲 | 西瓜幻想曲 |
歌手 | 冯思源(Edward) |
专辑 | Watermelon Fantasia |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : 瑾铭Edward |
[00:00.335] | 作词 : 无 |
[00:01.007] | 创作背景: |
[00:05.517] | 炎夏,调皮的风抱走了可爱的云, |
[00:09.276] | 露出了湛蓝的天空;阳光伴随着 |
[00:13.283] | 一片被风吹落的枫叶一起飘进了屋内 |
[00:17.296] | 唤醒了趴在座子上沉睡的我。 |
[00:20.375] | 午后的图书馆传来一阵阵书本翻动的声音, |
[00:23.637] | 显得格外压抑。 |
[00:27.404] | 当我和往常一样准备离开的时候 |
[00:30.415] | 突然看到了一个格外可爱的女孩 |
[00:33.176] | 她让此时的气氛十分清爽 |
[00:36.188] | 整个世界仿佛都因为她 |
[00:39.952] | 的出现而变得五彩缤纷。 |
[00:42.749] | 从那天以后,我开始尝试着把她写成 |
[00:45.854] | 一首钢琴曲, |
[00:47.863] | 一场值得玩味的风景, |
[00:51.226] | 一段只属于她的旋律... |
[00:53.986] | It was one blazing summer; the |
[00:57.593] | wind had just playfully embraced |
[01:01.359] | the lovely clouds away with it, |
[01:04.936] | leaving the clear blue skies out in |
[01:09.014] | the open; the sunshine had |
[01:13.281] | taken the opportunity to ride along |
[01:16.860] | the wind-blown maple leaf, and |
[01:20.680] | swirled into the room, waking up |
[01:23.727] | the person lying and soundly asleep |
[01:26.487] | on the desk —— me. |
[01:29.014] | The library that afternoon was |
[01:31.774] | stirred up by a wave of noise from |
[01:34.326] | the flipping of books, which sounded |
[01:36.894] | extremely intimidating and restrictive. |
[01:39.656] | When I was about to leave as usual, |
[01:43.235] | I suddenly discover an attractive lass, |
[01:46.750] | whose appearance refreshed the |
[01:50.324] | dull air instantly; it was as if the |
[01:53.585] | whole world had suddenly turned colorful. |
[01:56.346] | From that day on, I tried to express my |
[01:59.612] | encounter with her into a piece of |
[02:02.226] | piano melody,a scenery worth pondering, |
[02:09.001] | and also a rhythm of her own... |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : jin ming Edward |
[00:00.335] | zuo ci : wu |
[00:01.007] | chuang zuo bei jing: |
[00:05.517] | yan xia, tiao pi de feng bao zou le ke ai de yun, |
[00:09.276] | lou chu le zhan lan de tian kong yang guang ban sui zhe |
[00:13.283] | yi pian bei feng chui luo de feng ye yi qi piao jin le wu nei |
[00:17.296] | huan xing le pa zai zuo zi shang chen shui de wo. |
[00:20.375] | wu hou de tu shu guan chuan lai yi zhen zhen shu ben fan dong de sheng yin, |
[00:23.637] | xian de ge wai ya yi. |
[00:27.404] | dang wo he wang chang yi yang zhun bei li kai de shi hou |
[00:30.415] | tu ran kan dao le yi ge ge wai ke ai de nv hai |
[00:33.176] | ta rang ci shi de qi fen shi fen qing shuang |
[00:36.188] | zheng ge shi jie fang fu dou yin wei ta |
[00:39.952] | de chu xian er bian de wu cai bin fen. |
[00:42.749] | cong na tian yi hou, wo kai shi chang shi zhe ba ta xie cheng |
[00:45.854] | yi shou gang qin qu, |
[00:47.863] | yi chang zhi de wan wei de feng jing, |
[00:51.226] | yi duan zhi shu yu ta de xuan lv... |
[00:53.986] | It was one blazing summer the |
[00:57.593] | wind had just playfully embraced |
[01:01.359] | the lovely clouds away with it, |
[01:04.936] | leaving the clear blue skies out in |
[01:09.014] | the open the sunshine had |
[01:13.281] | taken the opportunity to ride along |
[01:16.860] | the windblown maple leaf, and |
[01:20.680] | swirled into the room, waking up |
[01:23.727] | the person lying and soundly asleep |
[01:26.487] | on the desk me. |
[01:29.014] | The library that afternoon was |
[01:31.774] | stirred up by a wave of noise from |
[01:34.326] | the flipping of books, which sounded |
[01:36.894] | extremely intimidating and restrictive. |
[01:39.656] | When I was about to leave as usual, |
[01:43.235] | I suddenly discover an attractive lass, |
[01:46.750] | whose appearance refreshed the |
[01:50.324] | dull air instantly it was as if the |
[01:53.585] | whole world had suddenly turned colorful. |
[01:56.346] | From that day on, I tried to express my |
[01:59.612] | encounter with her into a piece of |
[02:02.226] | piano melody, a scenery worth pondering, |
[02:09.001] | and also a rhythm of her own... |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : jǐn míng Edward |
[00:00.335] | zuò cí : wú |
[00:01.007] | chuàng zuò bèi jǐng: |
[00:05.517] | yán xià, tiáo pí de fēng bào zǒu le kě ài de yún, |
[00:09.276] | lòu chū le zhàn lán de tiān kōng yáng guāng bàn suí zhe |
[00:13.283] | yī piàn bèi fēng chuī luò de fēng yè yì qǐ piāo jìn le wū nèi |
[00:17.296] | huàn xǐng le pā zài zuò zǐ shàng chén shuì de wǒ. |
[00:20.375] | wǔ hòu de tú shū guǎn chuán lái yī zhèn zhèn shū běn fān dòng de shēng yīn, |
[00:23.637] | xiǎn de gé wài yā yì. |
[00:27.404] | dāng wǒ hé wǎng cháng yí yàng zhǔn bèi lí kāi de shí hòu |
[00:30.415] | tū rán kàn dào le yí gè gé wài kě ài de nǚ hái |
[00:33.176] | tā ràng cǐ shí de qì fēn shí fēn qīng shuǎng |
[00:36.188] | zhěng gè shì jiè fǎng fú dōu yīn wèi tā |
[00:39.952] | de chū xiàn ér biàn de wǔ cǎi bīn fēn. |
[00:42.749] | cóng nà tiān yǐ hòu, wǒ kāi shǐ cháng shì zhe bǎ tā xiě chéng |
[00:45.854] | yī shǒu gāng qín qǔ, |
[00:47.863] | yī chǎng zhí de wán wèi de fēng jǐng, |
[00:51.226] | yī duàn zhǐ shǔ yú tā de xuán lǜ... |
[00:53.986] | It was one blazing summer the |
[00:57.593] | wind had just playfully embraced |
[01:01.359] | the lovely clouds away with it, |
[01:04.936] | leaving the clear blue skies out in |
[01:09.014] | the open the sunshine had |
[01:13.281] | taken the opportunity to ride along |
[01:16.860] | the windblown maple leaf, and |
[01:20.680] | swirled into the room, waking up |
[01:23.727] | the person lying and soundly asleep |
[01:26.487] | on the desk me. |
[01:29.014] | The library that afternoon was |
[01:31.774] | stirred up by a wave of noise from |
[01:34.326] | the flipping of books, which sounded |
[01:36.894] | extremely intimidating and restrictive. |
[01:39.656] | When I was about to leave as usual, |
[01:43.235] | I suddenly discover an attractive lass, |
[01:46.750] | whose appearance refreshed the |
[01:50.324] | dull air instantly it was as if the |
[01:53.585] | whole world had suddenly turned colorful. |
[01:56.346] | From that day on, I tried to express my |
[01:59.612] | encounter with her into a piece of |
[02:02.226] | piano melody, a scenery worth pondering, |
[02:09.001] | and also a rhythm of her own... |