"Bressanone" When you hear this song, you will be reminded of the first time you visited your hometown.
The train roars past, which is the sound of the earth inherent in nature. This sound has a desolate and clear parting. I immersed all my emotions in this song, that faint melancholy melody, that song sounded from the vicissitudes of life, heard in the human ileum thousands of times, and quietly started raining and fogging in my heart.
I like to listen to sad music quietly alone, it can soothe the soul more than crying. The ancients said that all beautiful music makes the listener feel sad. It's true. Listening to "Bressanone", people feel that there is a kind of distant loneliness in the vast wilderness, the sunset reveals loneliness, the sadness gradually becomes infinite, and continues like spring water... soaked in the misty and melodious music, suddenly Lien Chan's heart-rending song The complaints sounded, and the night was a little sad...
This song tells the story of separation and home. Matthew Lane wrote this song when he was in his 20s. He was leaving on a train. Bressanone, a small town in northern Italy, is the hometown of Matthew's mother. From the music, you can deeply feel his deep love for this land. It is said that there is also Matthew Lane's love story hidden behind this song. Bressanone, a quiet town with warm memories, is destined to be separated. The bagpipe solo was sung in a low voice, but it made people feel desolate, as sad as the continuous rain, unable to get out.
"I stand under the stars in Bressané, and the other side of the starry sky is also shining on Breel. Please let go gently, because I have to go far, although the train will take me They were taken away by others, but my heart will never be separated for a moment..."
On the platform of the small town, Matthew Lane bid farewell to the Scottish girl, bid farewell to his home, and left us with sadness from now on. , the coldness of loneliness and the distant return date make people cry silently. The leaves fall little by little with the autumn and winter wind, and the ancient city becomes quiet amidst the echoes of church bells. As the sun sets, the shadows of both the trees and the house slope slightly downward. Shepherd walking in the forest farm. In the distance are the tranquil mountain tops and wormwood. The saxophone speaks of endless sorrow. There is no music more sad than the music of Bressan...
On a frosty night, the moonlight is melting, a man bids farewell to his beloved woman, waiting for your return, fragrant all the way, to bid you farewell, But it was fragrant tea that had been cooled down, deeply cold. He called her name, and her tears flowed down... She said: "I got on the train, and I didn't dare to look back." Sadness and longing were as wide as a river, and I fell helplessly into it. The neighing of a horse is like the wind, like the wind passing alone across the wasteland. The sound of the train makes the hearts of those who directly hit it hurt.
Everyone has the sadness of leaving home. Nostalgia is a disease, a turbulent undercurrent. Facing the new wind, looking at Gui Yan, listening to the sound, his eyes fell in the direction of home. He woke up from his dream late at night, but his pillow was wet with tears because he had returned to his hometown in his dream. Bressané makes people feel inexplicably sad, as if the helpless soul has no reward, a feeling of crying.
I fell in love with the melancholy "Bressanone", like a passionate person pursuing an intoxicating love. I was immersed in the state of mind at this time, like a spiritual narration, which gradually The disappearing train leads our hearts to the distant sky, the rolling mountains, the life of wind or rain, and the wet mood.