Sarah Brightman "Scarborough Fair" /5uLRVLf @QQ Music Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair: You are going to Scarborough Fair Market?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there. Say hello

She once was a true love of mine. She once was my lover

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt: Ask her to make me a cambric shirt

(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green.)

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

(Chasing birds on brown mountains capped with snow)

No seams or needlework required

(Mountains are the carpets and bedsheets of the Son of the Mountain)

She will be my true love

(The horn sounded while she was sleeping)

Ask her to find a piece of land for me

(From the hill On a few small leaves of grass nearby)

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

(Silver tears wash over the tomb)

Right between the salt water and the sea

(The soldier wipes his gun)

She will be my true love

Tell her to use one Harvesting with scythes

(War roars, scarlet bullets scream)

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

(Generals Ordering his soldiers to charge and kill)

Tie the harvested heather into a bunch

(Fight for a long-forgotten reason)

She will be my true Lover

Are you heading to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

Say hello to a girl there for me

She was once my lover.

There is a kind of tremor, which is called unexpected encounter with the music you like.

I have liked this song for ten years. It was because of the 2008 Olympic Games. I knew Sarah Brightman, and of course I knew Scarborough Fair.

This English golden song is sung by Sarah Brightman, known as the "Moonlight Goddess". The beautiful melody jumps in the soulful voice, and the emotions are reflected in the beauty and sorrow of the lyrics. Delivered to a unique and creative melody, it is no exaggeration to say that it is the sound of nature. So, even though I can’t sing, I fell in love with it as soon as I heard it.

If I like a lot of music, I like to play it on loop while sleeping. Last night I saw a video of listening to the drama that a friend sent me. After watching it, I fell asleep and the song "Scarborough Fair" opened beside my pillow.

Turn out the lights, close your eyes, and just prepare to fall asleep. The illusion and meditation of your thoughts are still flying gently.

The first scene that people enter with the music of "Scarborough Market" is the market, an ancient seaside town, an ancient and lively trading event.

In autumn, the deep blue sea surface has soft waves, low drifting clouds, seagulls flap their wings, and the refreshing sea breeze blows over, with a touch of saltiness and a touch of sadness. A ship with swollen white sails coming from the far east is slowly approaching. What is on board? Porcelain, embroidery, and most of all, boxes of spices, parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme...

Beauty is always inseparable from a piece of water and a woman. Dante met Beatrice for the first time on an ancient bridge, where the gurgling water captured the soul. The opening line of the Book of Songs, "Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, on the River Island", can't express his tossing and turning longing for the woman he loves. There is also a beautiful woman in this melody. She wears an exquisite white or green long skirt that is waisted and swaying. She wears a straw headband on her long golden hair, and she wears a wild flower with dew, like a sapphire. His smiling eyes looked through the dazzling array of people, and his gaze drifted across the sea.

In a distant place, the roses have withered, and there are only the songs of longing. A young man who is at war remembers this coastal event, and despite the longing in his heart like rocks and rough waves, he only dares to say a word of wind. Qingyundan's greetings...

The chorus is in the distance, with looming anxiety, painful and confused war. The lyrics are simple and the melody is not complicated. A different kind of beauty, purity, and sadness.

In real life, there must be such true and sad stories. As he passed through youth, he opened up the gaps in his memory from day to day. Maybe he forgot many things, but he never forgot a woman he loved, and he never stopped loving her, even though he did not say anything. . There is an empty space in my heart, looking forward to the end of life.

There is no wasted or dyed love, even if you wander, you are so willing to do so.

The sweetness of parsley, the power of sage, the loyalty of rosemary, and the fragrance of thyme have always been rippling in the melody, and it is also a love that can remain as long as the years go by. New faith.

But things will not always go smoothly for everyone. When the spring breeze is triumphant and the horse's hoof is broken, he is used to seeing all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. The purest love in his heart may take a back seat.

I am reminded of a passage by Haruki Murakami: Maybe I have been defeated, maybe I have lost myself, maybe I can’t reach anywhere, maybe I have lost everything, and no matter how hard I struggle, it’s futile, maybe I’m just struggling in vain. Turn the ruins into ashes, I am the only one who is kept in the dark, or no one here places a bet on me. It doesn't matter, one thing is clear: at least I have something worth waiting for and worth seeking.

Maybe people are lonely after all. Late at night, facing your own soul, the sadness that we can’t say will overflow your heart. At this time, you will want to be accompanied by the person you miss most. The vicissitudes of life are as wide as a light-year, which cannot be overcome in this life. As a result, my heart wanders in the darkness, and the unspeakable secrets are let go in a piece of music, turning into dead leaf butterflies in autumn, yearning for the secluded forest, trance-like worldly connections, and sneaking into a curtain of dreams tonight...

< p> When the morning light passes through my window and the soft breeze blows through my curtains, the tears brought down by the music beside my pillow have moistened the earliest lotus, filled with the melancholy of the past life and the wishes of this life. In the first ray of sunshine There was a sweet smile inside.