Now, let's take the roses on the street corner as an example to make a simple analysis.
The lyrics of Rose on the Corner are as follows:
City nights are always beautiful under bright neon lights. There are always lonely people who are sad alone under neon lights, and there are also some lonely corners in the most lively cities, where it is particularly cold.
This is Wu Bai's song, or that hoarse voice. This time, a rose is quietly blooming in the traffic.
Flowers must be beautiful, but relying on the corner where no one stops, you can only be lonely forever. Swaying in the cold wind until it withers. Die alone.
As the night deepened, the noise died down, and everyone outside returned to where they wanted to go or should go. Only those who can't see happiness wander in this city.
Break away from hopelessness, then you can only fantasize.
Lonely heart, tearful person.
This often rainy and foggy world is full of dust; This beautiful flower died alone; It's getting colder and colder. Who will see you cry?
A decadent song, listen to the sound, don't imagine.
Listening to this song, I was relieved and returned to a colorful life. I am full of confidence and courage in the future.
Zen songs are more suitable for meditation. Now people's hearts are too impetuous, they have lost their true feelings, can't find their true selves, and live in a muddle. You need to meditate from time to time, find your true self, and live clearly so as not to waste your life.
Listen to the black duck lonely sandbar cold.
Since you left, my heart has become haggard.
The wind by the river is blowing wildly.
Constantly fiddling with women's tears
Sad all night.
When the thread of memory is entangled in the past and fragmented.
There are flowers with butterflies.
Lone swallows can fly in pairs.
Wandering alone in the dead of night
When happy lovers send red to share their happiness.
I still hate it gradually and refuse to rest with regret.
Lonely sandbar, who should I miss?
When you leave, your heart is haggard.
Falling flowers fall in love with people in this season.
The wind by the river is blowing wildly.
Constantly fiddling with women's tears
Sad all night.
When the thread of memory is entangled in the past and fragmented.
It is panic that has taken over people's hearts.
There are flowers with butterflies.
Lone swallows can fly in pairs.
When happy lovers send red to share their joy.
Close your eyes, too sad to look back.
I still hate it gradually and refuse to rest with regret.
Lonely sandbar, who should I miss?
When the thread of memory is entangled in the past and fragmented.
There are flowers playing with butterflies.
Lone swallows can fly in pairs.
Wandering alone in the dead of night
When happy lovers send red to share their joy.
Close your eyes, too sad to look back.
I still hate it gradually and refuse to rest with regret.
Lonely sandbar, who should I miss?
Since you left, my heart has become haggard.
White tung trees are flying in the wind.
Falling flowers fall in love with people in this season.
The wind by the river is blowing wildly.
Constantly fiddling with women's tears
That strong love is no longer possible.
When the thread of memory is entangled in the past and fragmented.
It is panic that has taken over people's hearts.
There are flowers with butterflies.
Lone swallows can fly in pairs.
Wandering alone in the dead of night
When happy lovers send red to share their joy.
I still hate it gradually and refuse to rest with it.
Lonely sandbar, who should I miss?
When you leave, your heart is haggard.
White tung trees are flying in the wind.
Falling flowers fall in love with people in this season.
The wind by the river is blowing wildly.
Constantly fiddling with women's tears
Such a strong love can never be given.
When the thread of memory is entangled in the past and fragmented.
It is panic that has taken over people's hearts.
There are flowers with butterflies.
Lone swallows can fly in pairs.
Wandering alone in the dead of night
When happy lovers send red to share their joy.
Close your eyes, too sad to look back.
I still hate it gradually and refuse to rest with regret.
Lonely sandbar, who should I miss?
It is panic that has taken over people's hearts.
There are flowers dressed as butterflies.
Lone swallows can fly in pairs.
Wandering alone in the dead of night
When happy lovers send red to share their joy.
Close your eyes, too sad to look back.
I still hate it gradually and refuse to rest with regret.
Lonely sandbar, I should miss you.